continued with a head crowned in little black clouds with tiny lightning bolts zapping at my cranium, smoke-filling ears, and barb-wire tongue.

and one little joke, one quick hello, two eyes saying sorry, or a "you're really nice" blew up the negative crust, i'm breathing again.
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i always make it a point to laugh each day, even when i'm having a crappy day. even when i'm pissed off to high hell. i go home, change my clothes, greet the cats and put the boob tube on so that i can laugh.

sometimes i see that girl that just leaves work. and she's trying to hold it together, just until she gets on and off the bus. she's swallowing the urge to scream out in pain, or throw herself onto the moving traffic.

hug you. love you. feed you well. be the dreamer, think about stars. take the job because you love it, forget about the shitty pay, admire that bunch of wild flowers with such strong ambition to hang from roots along roadsides, laugh at the thought of bird poop when the flock flies overhead. buy that pint of chunky monkey, snicker at your new pot-belly. curse tight shoes, make-up ads and car commercials, laugh with the clueless husband sent in search of winged mini-pads, pat him on the back for a job well done. today is today is today, tuesday...started out with fat raindrops and grey clouds overhead...but i'm shooting for that star-filled night, working on that moonbeam tan.