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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Upside Down

One day I was un-entertained by the television, social media networks, and books that usually might have provided some stimulation in a flat kind of atmosphere. So instead I decided to do a hand-stand. I wasn't sure how long I could hold it or if I could walk on my hands, but upside-down sounded like perspective. So I kicked my feet up. And upside down everything was clear. I saw new colors, I saw precious little creatures who have never been named by humankind. Purple cats licked my nose and biker owls with crossbones on their leather jackets offered me some tea. I accepted it and drinking it was a more complex and a more engaging experience than it ever had been before. Tea tasted like falling in love and like the sound of campfire songs. Nothing was wrong there. I knew everything ever to know. I knew my purpose in life.

And then I woke up in a hospital bed. They told me that I hit my head and was knocked out. I know better. I was in heaven. I had created heaven on earth! No one had done that before. And the second they let me go, I'm going back. And they can't stop me.

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1 comment:

kyle gene said...

This is surreal and pleasing.