the icy moon finally came out of hiding for the first time since before i can remember when. and it happily is loppy shaped, but feeling much too prideful. the white single stare of it has frozen the plants and the air, children's fingers and grown-ups' lungs. and i'm sure that it's shy exhibitionism makes your pink cheeks burst red, and its turned our red hearts into blue ones. because moons are lonely but content creatures, so moons never fall in love with each other.
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"so there was this woman, and
she was on an airplane, and
she's flying to meet her fianc,
sailing high above the largest ocean
on planet earth, and she was seated
next to this man who, you know,
she had tried to start a conversation,
but really, the only thing
she heard him say was to order his bloody mary,
and she's sitting there, and she's reading
this really arduous magazine article about this
third world country that she couldn't
even pronounce the name of, and
she's feeling very bored and very despondent,
and then, uh, suddenly there's this huge mechanical failure,
and one of the engines gave out,
and they started just falling thirty thousand feet,
and the pilot's on the microphone and he's saying,
"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, oh my god, I'm Sorry," and apologizing,
and she looks at the man, and she says, "where are we going?"
and he looks at her, and he says,
"we're going to a party.
it's a birthday party.
it's your birthday party... Happy Birthday, Darling.
we love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much."
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"so there was this woman, and
she was on an airplane, and
she's flying to meet her fianc,
sailing high above the largest ocean
on planet earth, and she was seated
next to this man who, you know,
she had tried to start a conversation,
but really, the only thing
she heard him say was to order his bloody mary,
and she's sitting there, and she's reading
this really arduous magazine article about this
third world country that she couldn't
even pronounce the name of, and
she's feeling very bored and very despondent,
and then, uh, suddenly there's this huge mechanical failure,
and one of the engines gave out,
and they started just falling thirty thousand feet,
and the pilot's on the microphone and he's saying,
"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, oh my god, I'm Sorry," and apologizing,
and she looks at the man, and she says, "where are we going?"
and he looks at her, and he says,
"we're going to a party.
it's a birthday party.
it's your birthday party... Happy Birthday, Darling.
we love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much."
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brokenhouse:
for goodness sake..! some people are never happy....!!


