sunny saturday

it's all just hopeless imperfections. things to look over or to sweep under the rug because of their inevitable existence. in these taunting hours of total revelation i can pin point the exact beginning. i can see through the tangerine stars laced with coincidence and strategically placed, one by one, in their solitude. i havent found what it is ive been looking for, but i have a map and the carrot is dangling before my sleepy eyes, trusting the blue spiral dreams hungry for realization. the weight of the world and the silence of not knowing defines the present state. it settles uneasily, separating like oil and water until shaken unmercifully. im going to kick the jar.

 

Ah, but with a bit of work (and the right emulsifier), oil and water can mix nicely. Look inside the jar before you kick it, just to be sure that it actually needs kicking.

Imperfections are hopeless, yes, but there's no reason as to why they shouldn't be celebrated in and of themselves. Perfection is a human-created abstraction; the world simply is. Imperfect or not.

 

You have a poet's voice.

 

^thanks much up all night


"Ah, but with a bit of work (and the right emulsifier), oil and water can mix nicely. Look inside the jar before you kick it, just to be sure that it actually needs kicking."

this is true
milk could work
i need to find some milk


"Imperfections are hopeless, yes, but there's no reason as to why they shouldn't be celebrated in and of themselves. Perfection is a human-created abstraction; the world simply is. Imperfect or not."

agreed completely
your optimism is contagious

 

Heh. You're maybe the second person in my life who has called me an optimist. Thanks!

Mustard works well too, especially French (like Dijon, not French's) or awesome spicy German mustard. I guess it depends on if you're aiming for a dessert or a sauce/vinaigrette.

I mean that both metaphorically and literally of course