Monday, August 31, 2015

Wake Up, Mama

Who knows where the spirit comes from? Who cares? Colors are brighter, music is sweeter, everybody seems holy somehow. Everybody sails alone. Everybody.

You don't have to look closer, harder; you just have to make sure your eyes are open. You don't have to take music appreciation classes or follow the museum guide. Just listen to those old Coasters records again. Go stare at anything Dali painted. Give the umbrella away like Gene Kelly did.

Your dog knows everything there is to know about love. Pay attention.

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