Meandering
It's 1:50 on a Thursday afternoon, 'bout 90 sumthin' degrees out and I 'm searching for some inspiration in the bottom of my Grande Iced Mocha, light whip(I'm training, man.) The bugs are chirpin' away in the acre of woods the man has set aside to ease his conscience and a small pool of sweat is forming in that crevice that the ladies love where my collar bone's...
connected to my...
neck bone.
Things seem good. Things seem right. If not a bit to hot.
I just told someone from Montreal that it must be snowing already in Montreal. I don't know if its true, but if Bushie can claim that Brownie's "doing a heck of a job" and if the people of New Orleans are "better off" without a real place to call home, a job, or any friggin idea where to even begin because before they were "so poor and so black"...(breathe in)
then it might as well be snowing in Montreal already.(breathe out)
No one who lives here is from here, 'cept me, and that's cool. I'm a relic from another time zone or some shit. At least that's how people look at me when I say, "no, I was born here". They might as well be face to face with a teradactyl, or Barney even. I am that unexpected chunk of garlic stuck to the bottom of the melting pot, that was born in South Florida and stayed.
I love the view. On any given day, I might hear the weather described in three different languages and three different accents. Someone from Norway might call and lift my spirits as her voice rises into an epiphany of 'slightly stunted but can't help but sound cheerful as all hell' English. My fellow Americans, we are lucky.
We can travel across continents and centuries of customs and culture simply by stepping outside for a smoke. The world comes to our doorstep, and too often we treat it like a Jehovah's witness, pretending that we're not really home, hiding in the dark and giggling secretly; ironically praying that it goes away.
It ain't going away.
And that's good.
Embrace it and you just might end the day loving life a little bit more.
That's even better.
Thank you, and may an as yet unproven to exist, except by faith which is not to be underestimated or undervalued, creator bless America.
"And it's all up and down with the weather" - "Back Together, The Redwalls - who rock in a way that hasn't been rocked in a long time and will get me through the rest of the afternoon.
Signed prufrock, who included no pictures, but tried to paint one with words. How we do? This is how we do.
connected to my...
neck bone.
Things seem good. Things seem right. If not a bit to hot.
I just told someone from Montreal that it must be snowing already in Montreal. I don't know if its true, but if Bushie can claim that Brownie's "doing a heck of a job" and if the people of New Orleans are "better off" without a real place to call home, a job, or any friggin idea where to even begin because before they were "so poor and so black"...(breathe in)
then it might as well be snowing in Montreal already.(breathe out)
No one who lives here is from here, 'cept me, and that's cool. I'm a relic from another time zone or some shit. At least that's how people look at me when I say, "no, I was born here". They might as well be face to face with a teradactyl, or Barney even. I am that unexpected chunk of garlic stuck to the bottom of the melting pot, that was born in South Florida and stayed.
I love the view. On any given day, I might hear the weather described in three different languages and three different accents. Someone from Norway might call and lift my spirits as her voice rises into an epiphany of 'slightly stunted but can't help but sound cheerful as all hell' English. My fellow Americans, we are lucky.
We can travel across continents and centuries of customs and culture simply by stepping outside for a smoke. The world comes to our doorstep, and too often we treat it like a Jehovah's witness, pretending that we're not really home, hiding in the dark and giggling secretly; ironically praying that it goes away.
It ain't going away.
And that's good.
Embrace it and you just might end the day loving life a little bit more.
That's even better.
Thank you, and may an as yet unproven to exist, except by faith which is not to be underestimated or undervalued, creator bless America.
"And it's all up and down with the weather" - "Back Together, The Redwalls - who rock in a way that hasn't been rocked in a long time and will get me through the rest of the afternoon.
Signed prufrock, who included no pictures, but tried to paint one with words. How we do? This is how we do.
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