Hey, How’s It Goin?
I heard you got that crazy new from down town. So Awesome! Oh dear, you wanted to tell me yourself. Sometimes I just don’t know when to keep it on the down low. The volume below the sound. The sound beneath the noise. The noise below the silence. The speakers underfoot. The wave beneath the wisdom. The parallel’s kaput. You’ll never know the danger. You’ll never know the sound. You’ll never know the astronaut. Seated under ground. Because she isn’t! She’s up in outer space silly. Floating around showing the astro-boys how it’s done lady-style. You know she’s got the record, right? Most time in space! Go Peggy! Peggy Whitson. Gotta love it. Scott? He’s got most cumulative time, no doubt there. I bet they’ll let me in the space program next week. You know how much I love wide open spaces and unobstructed movement. Wheee! I think the water was getting cold. That’s why the tea was under water. It couldn’t find a warm place to roam free as the zebra sparks like a uniformed ardvark tunneling to Albuquerque in search of dangerous avocado parabolii. Oh yes, I know parabolae, and the even more atrocious parabolas, but any responsible ear can hear parabolii reins superior is not a lake, if you say so you’re stuck in cake. Not the best place you should be, not the best place, no sir-ee! Frosting sugar in your hair, purple flowers, Mr Bear, don’t you dis him!, he’s the best, riding outright ever blesbok the face spotted antelope, best friend of the ardvark. Anyway, so happy for you and all that you do!
love & hugs & granulated slugs,
~ MichellEe