Hit the ground running and GO!
Without going to philosophical one you poor people, I just think that life is one crazy tangled up mass.
Life threads, thick threads, hot threads, blue threads! all mixed up in one giant margarita of living.
I can't say I'm always happy about the proposition that I have to be the one to sort out my own tangle,
but I'm getting better at it.
I can feel the skin coming together over my gashes,
scar tissue is becoming more elastic, I'm moving faster, with the grace of
a newborne.
Gershwin is insighting the same need to dance on kitchen tables!
Sing it to me ELLA!
I'm going to conquer this anthill as soon as my feet touch the ground,
but for now....
only a eon.....
I chose zephyrs.
Yours, the humbly blasphemus,
m.
Life threads, thick threads, hot threads, blue threads! all mixed up in one giant margarita of living.
I can't say I'm always happy about the proposition that I have to be the one to sort out my own tangle,
but I'm getting better at it.
I can feel the skin coming together over my gashes,
scar tissue is becoming more elastic, I'm moving faster, with the grace of
a newborne.
Gershwin is insighting the same need to dance on kitchen tables!
Sing it to me ELLA!
I'm going to conquer this anthill as soon as my feet touch the ground,
but for now....
only a eon.....
I chose zephyrs.
Yours, the humbly blasphemus,
m.