tooth soup

Just as it hits 11:30pm on a Wednesday night and you’re driving home in a car whose window wipers don’t work it starts to rain, just when it strikes you that you identify more with the song on the stereo than you do with most of the humans around you, just when its time to go home and you realise that you’re lonely as hell, just when you think that you’ve seen it all and the world isn’t quite as pleasant as you thought it was. Something happens that uplifts you and leaves you staring into space thinking that is so much more out there.

For me it was a summer storm.

A beautiful thunderous slash of lightning from the earth ripped the sky in half diagonally across my vision. This in itself would have left me in amazement but it happened again and again, these shattering events comforting my drive home much more effectively than any other could have.

Sometimes it pays to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. It’s still burned into my retina. I want to see Europe. I want to finish my comic/novel. I want to get a job so that I can collect unwholesome amounts of paraphenalia. I want to love a person and not have to pretend. I want to learn the drums. I want to learn French. I want to do a wheelie on a bike. I want to star in a movie. I want to record an album. I want the big to come down. I want to end my life gracefully. I want to shove a microphone in an asshole’s face and get him to fess up. I want to become an archer and hunt game to stay alive. I want to meet Einstein and ask him what it was like to be alive in his era. I want to create a school for learning, not testing. I want to be.

*sigh* Enough for now. Forgive the esotericity (?) of this post.

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