obliterate your reality.
Today is my birthday. My sweet 22 has packed her bags and left for a new adventure. 23 is now within me, and has greeted me with prickly arms and snarled tooth a plenty.
There is something about a number that makes me frown. Can we change the rules a bit? Why not words, or phrases, to represent our stay on this earth?[rather than these cold mechanical numbers...]
It is on this day, that I Emmalee Elizabeth Tygum, have turned...
quietly enamored [of life]
beautifully insane
furiously seductive
charmingly stupid
magically delicious
"Ahh the good old days, when I was charmingly stupid, and the world existed only for me."
"Young whippersnapper, don't tell me what you know about being furiously seductive. I too, was once furiously seductive. Ah yes, I remember it well. That summer, my lover and I ran naked through a magical forest, never stopping to wonder for one moment why it was we never grew tired. We survived on love, and jelly beans. It was after all, the year of the jelly bean."
I guess if for some amazing reason, it was decided that our brands of existence were synonymous with words, there would still have to be some kind of order, since that's how things go. And you know the assholes who are in charge would make it stupid and boring. "Today Abner Abernstein has turned old and smelly. He continues to hate his life."
Not that I would ever rule out numbers completely. Numbers are of a beautiful nature. But this beauty is superficial. You can't ask a number to tell you a bedtime story, and expect to smile as you are falling asleep. Trust me, I tried. Not only are they awful story tellers, but Fingernails On a Chalkboard are green with envy of the numbers' ability to eat at human souls[and with such a lack of effort too!].
Anyway, life goes on. And for that I am happy. Each day holds a new surprise. Who doesn't like surprises? If it's you, then you better start liking them, because they are in love with you. Oh, it's true.
There is something about a number that makes me frown. Can we change the rules a bit? Why not words, or phrases, to represent our stay on this earth?[rather than these cold mechanical numbers...]
It is on this day, that I Emmalee Elizabeth Tygum, have turned...
quietly enamored [of life]
beautifully insane
furiously seductive
charmingly stupid
magically delicious
"Ahh the good old days, when I was charmingly stupid, and the world existed only for me."
"Young whippersnapper, don't tell me what you know about being furiously seductive. I too, was once furiously seductive. Ah yes, I remember it well. That summer, my lover and I ran naked through a magical forest, never stopping to wonder for one moment why it was we never grew tired. We survived on love, and jelly beans. It was after all, the year of the jelly bean."
I guess if for some amazing reason, it was decided that our brands of existence were synonymous with words, there would still have to be some kind of order, since that's how things go. And you know the assholes who are in charge would make it stupid and boring. "Today Abner Abernstein has turned old and smelly. He continues to hate his life."
Not that I would ever rule out numbers completely. Numbers are of a beautiful nature. But this beauty is superficial. You can't ask a number to tell you a bedtime story, and expect to smile as you are falling asleep. Trust me, I tried. Not only are they awful story tellers, but Fingernails On a Chalkboard are green with envy of the numbers' ability to eat at human souls[and with such a lack of effort too!].
Anyway, life goes on. And for that I am happy. Each day holds a new surprise. Who doesn't like surprises? If it's you, then you better start liking them, because they are in love with you. Oh, it's true.