A little later the thought crept in. She tried to push it away. But there it was again and then... it popped into MY brain. Oh, snap! The thoughts we share: we trade them like we’re playing catch, despite not really speaking.
When the melting ooze seeps into your shoes you don’t get to choose to leave. We are smeared with drooling pancake, blinded by fake tan, seduced with fellow citizens to jump in the back of a beat up van. When they enter willingly, it’s on us. Yin Yang glue.
Pontificate! Blather! Use your words to lather your convictions 'til your mind is cleansed of doubt. When you think the thing: Grab it! Don't wait! Tomorrow it will be gone, and new insults will buzz around your mind. We are compost. The flies will eat us.
A little place for chortling, needed.
A wee moment for a break.
A dance on yellow, green and brown,
erasing an unwanted frown.
A glint, a smile, a broader grin?
Just please, for heaven's sake.
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Salmon Cupcake never drank a meager splash of tonic. But scoliosis wrenched him near and then his elbows caught his ears, his paranoia cradled fears of problems that were chronic.
@jennydeluxe@Wesley_Morris Thanks for another great podcast. Have you read
The Sellout, by Paul Beatty? Your discussion on geography made me wonder. Its a big, crazy, selfish, wonderful, paranoid, contradictory, hilarious, iconoclastic meditation on place in America.