1.
Naps
are not confined to the trifold permissions of a kindergarten mat
2.
Careers
can become pill capsules; always question the cafeteria line
3.
Joy
of creative expression through art is not childishness, but the seed of
maturation
4.
We
all want to be accepted, heard, seen; the playground did not truncate it
continues to expand
5.
Recess
was not to play, but to figure out what the hell was going to kill or love you
in the jungle
6.
Sex
is always there from third grade libidos, impish puritan denial is death paste on
a stale cracker, pack your own lunch box according to what feeds your body, not
the rest of the lunch table’s eyeballs, carrots and apples over ding dongs or
ho-ho’s, nutrition before packaging
7.
Attraction
across or within gender does not determine emotional or sexual commitment;
girls and boys can play how and whoever the hell they want to play with, BFF’s
rule!
8.
Junior
high memo notebooks kept under mattresses are the genesis chambers for obtuse
idiot prolix words to hide simple ideas of hurt. We all hurt.
Most starfish fingers grow back.
9.
Abuse
is the nuclear cackle of god asking for communal empathy to convert bystanders
into presence, what happened on that afternoon in fourth grade doesn’t go away,
but better is possible outside the shadows
10. Real girls never get too old for
glitter, costumes, or paint brushes
11. Sex ed never mentions how a
simultaneous orgasm rips at the atomic seams to burst fusion of true intimacy or
that casual sex can be a petri dish of loneliness or a portal to god
12. The machine of innards is the
ultimate scientific experiment; we are clockworks of love and fear
13. Most of high school is oscillation
between inner romantic and delusional idiot; if one is lucky cynicism does not
strangle this right the hell out of you by thirty
14. None of us know what to do;
adulthood is basically still waiting for the principal to call us for expulsion
for faking it; we are all faking it
15. The only place for a participation
ribbon or first place trophy is in a trash can; the inevitable destination for
every clutched totem-achievement idol is either a landfill or an attic crevice
some adult is contemplating making room for another iteration of commercial
plastic shit no one needed to buy in the first place. Adults don’t need to advertise; memories are
enough. If need be make art out of it;
art is rarely bad.
16. No one needs permission to make
art. Dancing shoes, poetry notebooks,
skits on video, singing, sketch pads, canvases: should not end at graduation or
begin with enrollment.
17. Pretentious self-indulgent
narcissism is the holy grail of the jock or the queen bee who never quite gets
past the ambrosia of being a school yard deity; see elective cosmetic surgery
and penial marketing through truck choice
18. CPA’s, lawyers, chefs, educators, nurses,
betting consultants, biomedical and computer scientists can all be on an adult
dodgeball team and dress up likes superheroes
19. The bravery to ask for help is a
pinball catalyst to spark the humility to shed the ego and really get it; like
finally really get it; never quit raising your hand
20. The difference between adult and
childhood is that when an adult attempts to coddle you with euphemisms like
everything happens for a reason, it will happen when you least expect it, or
karmic equilibrium jargon: a child believes, an adolescent suspects, an adult
knows, the lie was a cushion to accepting the aching bewildering awe of your
life is what you make it, there are no saviors, only finding the interconnected
universe through the self; that’s it.
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