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Thursday, July 16, 2009

Speaking out

It's okay. Play with these thoughts. They're there to be played with, dark in the light and light in the dark. Everything has grown fart-oo serious lately. We love as we lighten. We lighten as we love. Give me a balloon, I'll show you how it works. We should all be children, yes, with wonder, yes, the wonder, and the why this and the why that? Why do you work so hard? Why do you demand so much from yourself?

It's okay. When we grow up we get upset and do things we regret. We hurt people in whatever sense. Children are nasty little bastards, they hurt people too, but the searing freshness of the pain teaches them not to. We don't need any more pain, we're accustomed enough, and we don't need to create it, but maybe we can't help but do so. I'm still okay. Play with these thoughts. Joke about them. You guys are funny. Amuse me. Amuse me until Monday. Betcha can't. Okay.


Blogger sybil law said...

My cat's breath smells like cat food.


9:43 PM  
Blogger JMH said...

What is the distance at which you can smell a cat's breath?

9:46 PM  
Blogger patguy said...

I know how a balloon works. It's uses are varied. Fill it with air, draw a face on it, hang it from the ceiling. Repeat. If air isn't your bag, fill it with something else. Just be sure it's properly secured to the ceiling.
Also, you can fill it with air and then release that air slowly while pinching and stretching the balloon hole (?) to produce humorous noises. Again, if you're not into air, use something else. But be prepared for messes as well as noises.

11:21 AM  
Blogger JMH said...

Let me play with the balloon. Now I'm tired of playing with the balloon. Hey, you thirsty? Okay. We got soda, OJ, purple stuff, and (hey!) Sunny D.

8:14 PM  

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