“I’d like to make myself believe that planet Earth turns slowly. It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep, cuz everything is never as it seems...”
Giggle in your head. Do it! It feels absolutely wonderful. Do it with careful, passionate practice. Kick off your shoes and hit a squirrel between the eyes. It’ll go nuts, I assure you. Dance under your seatbelt, flip over a rock and call heads or tails. You’ll always win. Do it with love in your heart and a song on your lips. Shake the dust off your brain and pick out the mental seeds that stub your teeth. Don’t pick the cantaloupe out of someone else’s molars until you get the watermelon out of your own…
**It’s sparky, you and I. We’re lucky we’re not electricity. Then we’d REALLY have to watch it.**
Capture a thousand pieces of laughter in a jar, and you could easily create the most musical symphony ever heard by human ears…
I want to be that so badly- a light, a laugh for the whole world. I want to be the smile on your face, the warmth in your heart, the nostalgia in your nostrils… If I could be a pillow to every tired head in the world, I would. If I could be a hug to every person who needed it, I would. If I could be the song that saved someone’s life, I would sing out forever and ever as long as my lungs could churn out the tune. No more an angry hippopotamus of the deep. I want to be the monkey in your wrench, the milk out your nose, the tickle in your gut. I want to make all the goofy faces that ever made anyone laugh out loud, long before the internet did. I want that. And I want to know how.
When I hear a bit of mellow music, I pause and reflect on what I’ve done, what I regret, what I’m happy about, what troubles me, what encourages me, what gives and takes away my hope. It is a complicated scene of rigid irony and conflicted interest. But it sure is interesting. Well, to me that is.
“She says, ‘You’re a masochist for falling for me. So roll up your sleeves…’”
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