Three Weeks! Ahhhhhhh!
"Thaaaaaat's niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice!"
"Fingers like sausages!"
"Peter Pan"
"I won't go to bed Nana, I won't, I won't!"
"Are you hurted, Wendy?"
"Your mother was a lizard!"
"Why'm I talkin' to you?!"
"JuassicTastic!"
"Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe fuck yourself."
"The Vale of the Fairies!"
"You mocked me once; never do it again!"
"Barty Crouch...Junior!"
"I left my wallet in El Segundo. I got ta get it I got got ta get it."
"I think she's pretty." "Shut up, Bud!"
"Graaaaaaaaaaaaavediiiiiiiggggggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" (I miss monster trucks!)
"I'm the original (you can imitate it), I'm the original (but never duplicate it)"
Sometimes I wonder why there are holes. In the world. In the Earth. In the land on which we (the universal we, encompassing all living entities) live, breath, walk, see, envision, hunt, die, watch, sleep, crawl, slither, jump, build clocks, reprimand, think, create, act stupid, meow, bark, cry, embrace silence, pick our noses, pick roses, run away, run toward, define, extrapolate, inebriate, contract migraines, procreate, exonerate, hum, drink, be, despise, devour, dissolve, exist, transcend, disappear. So I wonder if holes have anything to do with time, but thinking of time's relation to (anything) makes me question time as relative to solipsism. And then it's like I'm walking too quickly all over again but it kinda gets me high so I don't want to slow down--I need to. What if a piano existed that could be played in the same fashion as a guitar? I wonder how the Earth would spin if there were no holes in it; I wonder if oceans count as holes. Lakes? Ponds? I wonder if the mass of all the mountains, hills, etc on planet Earth is equal to the amount of mass displaced by the oceans, lakes, etc, like the world was originally smooth and equi-altitudinal but decided that its sheen was boring and created a topography for itself by simply displacing areas in a a sort of strategic dance. Where do holes lead? Do they fascinate people? Do people driving their cars find me intriguing if/when they see me walk past them? Do I find drivers of cars intriguing when they drive past me? What would happen if humans were forced to cut off one entire leg at birth; would we evolve into one-legged creatures? Would our one leg evolve into two? What if we promote a lack of balance; will we sprout tails (again)? Sometimes everything seems so close and at other times so far away, especially in the desert. There are so few physical deterrents betwixt points a and b, it seems like I could glide, feet inches off the ground, like Monty (Chip 'N Dale Rescue Rangers) being summoned by a nice hunk of swiss cheese, and arrive at the destination upon which my eyes were fixed within minutes. But the heat. Boredom and time: another interpolation which awaits each of us and all of us.
No comments:
Post a Comment