Something like the sun

Sipping Rosé by the wessyde highway, the collective conversation sunk from buoyant to toxically thick. Redemptively. I am awaiting my Exxon Valdez. Major and final. Not that I am unconcerned with environmental impact. I just wanna walk away in perfect condition. Condition perfect. Mes amis aussi. And I'm willing to sacrifice a few oilslick birds and tough skinned amphibs. I'd have to say it was a good day, Rosé and sorbet, but I am aiming for grandiosity motherf#@kers.

"No one should ever ask themselves that: Why am I unhappy? The question carries with it the virus that will destroy everything. If we ask that question, it means we want to find out what makes us happy. If what makes us happy is different from what we have now then we must either change once and for all or stay as we are feeling even more unhappy."

~Paulo Coelho, The Zahir

"My yard is full of dandelions and I'm blessed because I have flowers. I have no green thumb. What if we could do the same thing with people, neighborhoods and anything? What if you just changed the way you looked at something and then you change it's entire meaning, not only for it but for you as well."

~Angela Kariotis

Well you can get this lap dance here for free:

"...And could be cherished! To be cherished was the dearest wish of the heart of Maud Martha Brown and sometimes when she was not looking at dandelions (for one would not be looking at them all the time, often there were chairs and tables to dust or tomatoes to slice or beds to make or grocery stores to be gone to, and in the colder months there were no dandelions at all), it was hard to believe that a thing of only ordinary allurements--if the allurements of any flower could be said to be ordinary--was as easy to love as a thing of heart catching beauty."

~Gwendolyn Brooks

Unshackling myself from respectful process. Drastic times call for cheeky measures.