A Quick Heart With Music and Dancing

This is when I stay up too late

Oh, the humanity!

There’s something about Mary

Failure bouncing around like puke on a carnival ride

What does Woodstock and the Iranian revolution have in common? I almost went to both.

Romantic fantasies are picked off one by one, and crushed out like a Camel cigarette under a penny loafer.

My psychic struggle to understand God ends with an epic wrestling match with a pesky fortune teller.

Holding up a mirror to someone with a sorta sketchy grip on reality

And then, we heard it. A sound, like crying. First faintly, like seagulls in the distance. Then, stronger. Like Carmen the meter maid, screaming for help.

I have an epiphany at the ice cream truck. I also have an ice cream.

Trying to go fast without falling, careful and careless jumbling together. Only to find myself in Purgatory, which evidently is a shopping cart stuck in the mud. Oh, and there’s a ghost, too.

The fish and I are both struggling with anxiety. Thank god there are angels. No, not angel fish. A fish angel.