#writeforthehellofit

Thanks for the responses, advice, and good vibes guys :) 

do you hold your breath just before release? sometimes it’s a dizzy fucking spin where cardigans end and pirating begins (maps not required for instinct) and it’s awesome when you’ve reached a place but there’s always another place and the search is a motherfucker

(Doing my part for peace via nostalgia, @riadovoidostoevsky. There are worse uses of my time.)

I so had that thought when I wrote this... that’s got to be whacky fucked hard. sending vibes and loves ~~~ 

Do we fix this point in time as a pilgrimage, a generation marching to the tick of a clock stand on the top floor of a skyscraper looking down at the past every mountain has a summit what lies beneath are layers of many moons life spans of different junctures marching to time placing periods to mark the end just to start again… I was up very late last night and thought about this prompt and because Steve writeforthehellofit is hosting this week I just had to submit something

He’s there, I know, I can feel it though I won’t explain how… does it matter that I used to wear a cape? It was creamy and soft (but a little scratchy) and I felt glorious. My power was seeing worlds that could exist and making people feel yellow instead of blue. I turned dusty playgrounds into dream forests and sullen boys into dreamers. Now my perception has been honed to take in one person at a time. Fine-tuning the landscape. Does it matter that it’s him? It’s really about how I fill moments and spaces inside, and what I allow to invade my thoughts. It’s a bit of a madhouse with terabytes of Kurt Vonnegut and Billy Bragg and Max Planck and Ben Franklin, torching what was, making what is, so much better. When I stop learning and rolling on the floor laughing at the fucking beautiful painful gift we are given every day, it will be the end of an era and I will hang up my crocheted cape and rest.

- Steve