make an appointment, add the smiley face, knock on wood.

A baby screams at its first contact with life, and maybe this is because its offended at this alternative route of living, exposed from a life of silence and solemnity and warmth. But a baby also coos shortly after, and wraps its tongue around what little noise it can muster just to be able to be, just to be able to say, just to commune, and just to have. It doesn't seem that we really need or want anything that we really think we do. I mean, really, If i don't do everything i mean to do all the time Its not like the end of the world, and even if it was, then i guess, see ya never, and thats okay. To Jane, health is warmth, to me, it is blanance. To Mei Ling, delicious is strong, to me it is fresh. To Portia, natlie is paramount, furniture is movable, and money is a blip. For me, life is movable, i dont know what is paramount, and life s a blip. Every decision I have ever made has worked out i suppose, one way or another, somehow or not. Life goes in cycles, but i have never wanted to remove one, not really, when i think about it.
You could wake up tomorrow and die.
Its true.
Its not that far off.
So fuck it, go for a swim, go for a jog, put yourself through hell or indulge. Just do whatever ya want, youre gonna die in 50 years or whatever anyways. Try to help. Try to feel, learn, and make make make. Make everything...make yourself a place, carve yourself a spot in the world or a person in the world or a thing that you love and just fucking exhaust it until there is nothing else to love, no shred left to give.
And take care of yourself.
Go see that doctor because you know you're not crazy .
Go have a bowl of soup and tell you professor to shove it because you know he is.
Go for a bike ride.
Wear yourself out with too many activities.
Dye your hair suicide blonde and fall in love with a cowboy.
Spend your last quai to see mt.fuji and dont worry about it right now.

We are the changers, we are the movers, do what you feel, do what you need, try to discern the difference i suppose.

Que sera sera, this is a blip.

-moi