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When I get a good idea
going like this.. MAN! Ah - just like this
all juicy in my head like some kind of bomb - some kind of bomb made out of good shit like penny sweets
when I'm like this i gotta tell you - I have to do a funny dance!
I'm gonna tell you about this cos it's time I start sharing this stuff cos real talk
I am peculiar! And if I don't tell you about peculiar stuff pretty soon I won't be saying anything at all!
So let me tell you about this dance man -
i get a GOOD IDEA and I start walking like a
chicken all the way down the hall to my kitchen and I jerk my shoulders up and down
shuffle side to side and cackle to myself
and I might clap my hands in time to some rhythm of my thoughts coming down like the kind of rain
you make with a xylophone - I might actually spin round like some kind of Michael Jackson
one-woman tribute (bandless) band
I might do something really mad and
make a cuppa tea with two bags - one ginger and one black
and NOT EVEN MEASURE THE SUGAR - just drop it in! Just WHATEVER
cos something is HAPPENING TO ME!
And its the feeling I'm always waiting to feel - when I am
finally delivered of that promise - always idling away inside me - ticking -dividing cell after cell - the promise that I might make
something beautiful - real - that I might grab reality by its head - and hear the scream
and cut the chord! - that I may fling myself across my floor and
with pen and notebook and throw my chest wide
wide open like a skylight and the heavens might come crashing
through me - this poor wretched funny-dancing little single mothering bag of peculiarities - that all this stuff - this stuff that's TRUE - and real and human might come through - might coming crashing through me like a mob
a tumult - a chaos - a hurricane - a riot - an apocalypse of diamonds!
2.
Oh yes. And I'm bout to go hit that page again like some fool that owes me money.
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