The adorable sound of your soul's existence brings joy to my own. Empty static bellows out from beneath the gravel; the epidermis of the universe that stacks our puzzle pieces together. Fate is playing our lives like some sort of Jenga game where only the winner sticks out like a sore thumb loser. Just keep playing Seven Up like the Built To Spill song says, or have yourself a classic dinner a la 50's style. Twin Peaks is on, so I have nothing else to say on the matter.
"Word up", Kim Gordon.
| I don't get the purpose of this. I understand the reference of school games way back when but that's about all I gleamed from this piece. It didn't mash together right so all relate-able content was lost for me. Sorry.||| Posted on 2015-02-12 00:00:00 | by riverrei | [ Reply to This ] || Oh man. I remember those years! Trust me when I say I've had plenty of rants to my husband over the years. He likes to think he's always right, too. Or better yet, wants me to make decision, so if he doesn't like the outcome, they become my fault. Its a character flaw we've been working on for over 20 yrs and now I just laugh at him. Those little things sometimes build to huge mountains. Excavate before they get that big. Little blows ups can keep the mountain from crushing you. That's true married or just dating.|
Very creative rant!
|| Posted on 2015-02-11 00:00:00 | by jaycee | [ Reply to This ] |