twosmallmonsters

I am momentarilty suspended upside down- a snapshot from my rearranged view of the world as I cartwheel across somebody's lawn. My brain jiggles in it's fishtank of cerebralspinal fluid from the disequilibrium caused by my awkward cerebellar moment-to-moment movements that I carry out as I run, jump, and cart upsidedown. My brain is heavy and crammed with knowledge that is the equivolent to a tummy full of flaming Greek cheese that Marius gorges and then cannot keep down. If I spilled myself into another moment in time I would be dressing into my Everlast tank in Lisa's car parked outside the dorms of the Art Insitute of Chicago. Elizabeth is trying salvage my modesty by standing in front of the passenger side window but the line of city traffic on the other side is inevitable. I flash half the city by the time I am dressed in my finest eighties gear. Sadly we all cannot dance to our much anticipated Material Girl like as we desire because we are weighted down by heavy Greek food. I am in Minneapolis several years later- and I just want to be in that moment for a few moments to gain the courage and spirit we had that night- and my brain has eaten too much neuroanatomy and the world is totally upside down. And I dont know where the hell my life is going anymore but momentarily it is only gravity that controls my direction.

The grass is wet but it does not stop Valerie from propelling herself somersalt after somesalt across the floor of this park. "She looks like a bowling ball!" Lisa exclaims, but she herself is not inspired to do the same. She instead stands next to me with her hands on her hips, groaning that we did indeed eat too much Italian food. Grass stains & dizziness keep Valerie from standing up after her nineth roll. We all eventually collapse because we are too tired to return to life outside of this cloudy, simple park. I need loudness and wild hemiballistic movements to keep me occupied now- because all I want to do is read magazines, explore intricacies of my environment, try to think about quantum pretending if I can figure it out I can figure it all out, and make more cds that explain the things that I cannot say.

Highschool stash revisited: “When you and I are lying in bed you dont you dont seem so tall.”