Changes

Micki here.Chris "Crash" Pryor was so many things to a lot of people... sage, guru, brother I've heard him called... he was our Connector, indeed, Michelle. To me, he was so many things, too. He was my teacher and my student, and my brother, and my best friend; he was my lover, my soulmate, and amazingly, my fiancé... sometimes I felt as though he was my mother and father, and he was that one man who made me want to be a mother. Words about his loss are coming from my mouth and hands, coming to my mind, and still, Chris, my words cannot describe the void you left in my life, in our family's and friends' life, in the world... The only words that can give a glimpse of the man you were are your own... reading them now through my tears it often seems like you'd thought it all through before... and you haven't forgotten to write it all down...I've googled you quite a few times when you were alive... It's a whole different thing to do now that you left this place, and it's the strangest and saddest thing to find something I never found before. Today, buried around the 10th google page, I found an old blog of yours; it seems you moved from there to the Chronicles of Ridicule in order to escape the bots'n stuff. I never knew your blog used to be called The Chronicles of Redirection. There is only one post left there, and reading it brought tears and smiles to my face. It's called I Gotta Go...Yeah, I'm Runnin' Out of Ch-Ch-Ch Changes, and it'll help me get through this day. Just like the music you loved, you are my "gift that keeps on giving". Thank you for letting me get to know you... I'm so happy to think that I'll be your mama bear in heaven again.Here's your post - from December 04, 2005.*{color:red}In an effort to put the kibosh on the Spamsters I've changed locations and moved all this content elsewhere...still sittin' in the theater of the ridiculous, yo...I just moved to a new seat...hit me up here via email and I'll sort you out......"One man's cookie is another man's cake," I'm often prone to say when I encounter perspectives/ philosophies that don't comply with mine...it's a great catch-all that simultaneously yields to give another the right-of-way and remains true to whatever it was I was thinking or saying that contravened said cookie lover's view/ idea...if you've read any of the other stuff I've posted in the past, then you already know my predeliction for using lyrics to get my ideas across, if not, this is one of those moments... I think Bowie put it best....Laters.*_I still don't know what I was waiting forAnd my time was running wildA million dead-end streetsEvery time I thought I'd got it madeIt seemed the tastewas not so sweetSo I turned myself to face meBut I've never caught a glimpseOf how the others must see the fakerI'm much too fast to take that testCh-ch-ch-ch-Changes(Turn and face the stranger)Ch-ch-ChangesDon't want to be a richer manCh-ch-ch-ch-Changes(Turn and face the stranger)Ch-ch-ChangesJust gonna have to be a different manTime may change meBut I can't trace timeI watch the ripples change their sizeBut never leave the streamOf warm impermanence andSo the days float through my eyesBut still the days seem the sameAnd these children that you spit onAs they try to change their worldsAre immune to your consultationsThey're quite awareof what they're going throughCh-ch-ch-ch-Changes(Turn and face the stranger)Ch-ch-ChangesDon't tell them to grow up and out of itCh-ch-ch-ch-Changes(Turn and face the stranger)Ch-ch-ChangesWhere's your shameYou've left us up to our necks in itTime may change meBut you can't trace timeStrange fascination, fascinating meChanges are taking the paceI'm going throughCh-ch-ch-ch-Changes(Turn and face the stranger)Ch-ch-ChangesOh, look out you rock 'n rollersCh-ch-ch-ch-Changes(Turn and face the stranger)Ch-ch-ChangesPretty soon you're gonna geta little olderTime may change meBut I can't trace timeI said that time may change meBut I can't trace time_