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    dots Submission Name: a thought bubbledots

    Author: Solomon Disease
    ASL Info:    101, male, earth
    Elite Ratio:    3.58 - 284/292/104
    Words: 356
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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    dotsa thought bubbledots

    A morning and a cigarette on the porch
    Remembering dreams from the night before

    I was hanging out with Groucho
    Smoking a cigar
    We had great conversations
    We have some shared experiences
    Some I made happen
    Because I wanted to be like Groucho
    Wanted to channel some of his genius

    He was famous for his wit
    People sometimes forget
    How profound he was
    Most forget who he was
    Groucho once said
    not events,
    have the power to make me happy
    or unhappy today.
    I can choose which it shall be.
    Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet.
    I have just one day,
    and I'm going to be happy in it."

    That summarizes where my mind is now

    The morning mist begins to clear a bit
    I remember love lost and found
    Friends lost and found
    Dreams lost and found and realized
    I think of all the smiles yet to come
    The future is bringing endless possibilities

    I put out my cigarette
    Walk back in and turn on the TV
    A Marx Brothers' movie is on
    Harpo is playing the harp
    His playing reminds me of something I once heard
    "Music takes over where words and pictures leave off"

    The only time anyone ever saw Groucho cry was at Harpo's funeral
    That's supposed to mean something

    I grab my keys to go for my morning drive
    And my morning fix of caffeine
    I turn on the car
    And the speakers cut out
    No music
    I drive over to the service center
    They tell me I need a new audio unit
    Which is a thousand bucks
    Well . . . is this supposed to mean something?

    Time to learn to enjoy the music of silence while I drive . . .
    Or rather the sounds of engines and people trying to go somewhere to do something in the complete non-stop insanity of the illusionary reality they created so they do not have time to stop and think -
    Is this really what life and living is all about?

    Submitted on 2011-08-29 13:31:35     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I'm a huge Marx brothers fan, so for me this was great to read. I think you do a wonderful job here. I always loved seeing Harpo glance up with that tiny smile just before he played.

    If this was me I'd end it with the couplet of Groucho crying at Harpo's funeral. I think that says it all.

    Cool write.
    | Posted on 2011-08-29 00:00:00 | by joeyalphabet | [ Reply to This ]
      i really, really like this. a lot. mostly, because it is so easy to be where this takes you. (i tend to really enjoy in the moment and thinking type pieces).

    but i love the references and the interactive dream and where groucho takes you and the quote. though i have never heard it, it is sound advice. (i tend to believe i have a choice in the matter).

    i think what hits home here, is life happens. it has this way about it. i mean one can wake up and be all positive and the next minute, the car stereo stops working and your left thinking....

    i tend to think there is a reason for everything. or maybe that just makes a 1000 dollar bill easier to handle.
    | Posted on 2011-08-29 00:00:00 | by isabella | [ Reply to This ]

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