Friday, April 29, 2011

Mind-splat


_ Somedays there's just nothing to say.
_ I suppose I'll become aware of such a day when silence emanates from your otherwise crowded house.
_ My mind shit the bed last night.
_ Really?
_ Yeah. What a fucking mess.
_ Sounds icky. Anyway, I think we broke winter's back.
_ Huh?
_ Spring... Ever hear of it? Flowers and gentle breezes? No?
_ I would say you're a good listener but I can't hear myself think - part of the collateral damage from last night's meltdown.
_ What you need is a double espresso and a dark chocolate wallop. It's a homeopathic remedy designed to get one out of the unshine and into the sunshine.
_ Order the remedy. I'll be sitting outside on the sidewalk
                                                                       <><><>

     ... Nothing is free, yet the word remains in the dictionary. Someone, somewhere has made a mistake.
      " Since our problems have been our own creation,
         They also can be overcome,
         When we use the power provided free to everyone:
         This is love."
                                   'This is Love' by George Harrison and Jeff Lynne
     ... Things that rhyme with orange often go 'bump' in the night. Someone once told me that if you have a big, steaming mug of chai before you have sex, you're twice as likely to dream that night.
         Cherubim, seraphim... things that rhyme with orange.

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