a day in the life of piano monkey

last night was the infamous halloween, where unexpected things happen and disguised people and spirits roam free during the night.  it was a nice one, considering that the sky of yyz was crystal clear with a near a quarter moon, shining down into the city street.  with leaves rustling under small and big feet, doors were knocked and candy bags were filled.  it was a rather special one for me, as i had a close friend from lincoln days visiting me for a wknd trip.  and yes, she loves to dress up as well. in conjunction to the usual north american fancy dress parties at clubs and such (the three former nebraskan girls went out to the little italy, only to get their poor ears blown off through the euro-trash beats of the basement clubs. oops), yoshi's visit was a nice opportunity to walk around the town and enjoy the last downward curve of the autumn, before the mad christmas fever infects the city.  funny, in canada, after the summer, the shop windows change from...

*repost from last year's musing somewhere on back of my pocket with dust bunnies. on tired face still pale with the weight of the days with the thickest paint and brightest glitters one night a year, we celebrate another artificial holiday once in remembrance of the deceased now in rememberance of currently deceasing. laughed out loud at foolish pageantry another consumerism success, i often looked with disdane at this despearate escape to fantasies of each one. tonight i look closer as a mobster in observance the girls and boys with their unquinched wanting for friendship and belonging, dresses up as princesses and heroes, going through strangers' door to another breaking the daily rule of isolation and self-containment giggling with excitement not only for the candies but for the rare moments of togetherness the adults with even more thirst crowd the streets with if overtly sexual, sometimes crude often genius creative but mostly store-purchased icons of dreams musings frustr...

hullo to all spirits passing by. no, unlike the cold and cruel winters that literally ate up the celts, there wont be much casualties due to the weather alone at this point of time. so please, feel free to do go on and do something else with your time- especially you wont be bothered with the necessities of life, supposedly, or are you? anyhows, the all saints day deserves some sort of commemoration and so here it is. however, we will continue to celebrate the old end-of-the-season party with sluttier-than-thou costumes and overflowing alcohol and ethanol- smelling bravura. all sarcasms aside, it is the first day of november, and in the mountain times, i have about 27 minutes left of it. i wonder: where did all the time go? oh well, sigh. i thought that i would be able to grow further do more etc etc., but here i am, tearing another page of the calender and thinking: well, monkey is still monkey. nothing much new. only thing may be that i had such a rubbish time trying to gage the...