Believe In That Thing

Bloglife cinema and relaxation
my creation being: having no limitations.
for what this format is good.

plastic tables are surprisingly sturdy.

orange girls are all the rage at State U., apparently.
...although what's funny is: they look like Oompa-Loompas.
cannot imagine the mental gymnastics involved: "Boy, my hue, as churlish as it is not--meaning, were we Victorian-era, I'd be fashionably porcelain since you shall never see my skin working in the cotton fields--it could really use a digustingly fake orange Tint."

When I was young I went to an arcade called "Tilt." I never thought about this before, I don't believe, but it was a really good name. Tilt. I makes me a little sad to think that the first thing the word brings to mind now is: DRUGS. I.e. being tilted by them. Well, was the earth ever perfectly level? The answer, I think is yes and no: Yes we were selling it, but no, it wasn't blow.
...actually, though, the earth is practically perfectly flat in Champaign, IL and throughout the Land of Lincoln.

(If I'm going to have somebody take a seat next to me at a coffee shop, it sure as shit isn't going to be an old lady or a dad with his toddler. Fuck)

...so, we Midwesterners, by which I mean: Me-- ...I was raised to expect this leveledness. The earth isn't supposed to tilt or cram itself up into unimaginable mountains without grumbling. Sure the earth rumbles but I've only really felt it once and thought in my half-awake state that it was the residents BELOW were having spirited premarital relations. Like I said I was half-asleep.

I come from the prairie. Although it took me until about 1 week ago--which is to say, 24-some years, many of them the formative variety on the self-same plains of the Fighting Illini--the sunset really does turn Orange and Blue. Brilliant orange and blue and a million screaming derivatives of twilight beauty.

The first question I will ask my wife will be: "Are you the kind of person without whom I couldn't imagine watching the sunset? Or watch it without you--and be sad? I'm always sad..."
...when I watch the sunset, she said.

...Drugs.

...Anyway, it--Tilt--was just an oasis of childhood where I played the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle game. I eventually beat it several times, but only at birthday parties where we got an absurd amount of tokens.

...You know those parents who gave their kids more tokens at their birthday party? There were always a lot of parents like that. At the risk of over-stating my point: FUCK THEM. Fuck them, fuck them, fuck them, even if they're celibate. They are the kind of people who produce kids who don't like dogs. Or Dougs. Or, more importantly: ME.

Peace.