CapsuleSeason

Never go to the mailbox without a flashlight

SO I GUESS YOU CAN ONLY USE ONE ZIP CODE AT A TIME.
FUCK.
I LIVE IN THE SUBURBS OF VENUS.
IT’S MOSTLY NICE.
YOU CAN SEE THAT IN MY PICS.
I KNOW THEY’RE ONLY SO SO.
THIS IS ME IN A NUTSHELL.
THIS IS ME AS A CASE OF HEINEKEN.
I AM TRYING TO BECOME AS HAPPY AS I CAN BE.
IT’S WORKING I GUESS.
I WAS IN A LONG MARRIAGE BUT AREN”T THEY ALL.
TO ME, IT WAS VERY SUCCESSFUL FOR A LONG TIME BEFORE IT WENT TO SHIT.
I HAVE 4 BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN.
WELL, THREE.
THEY ARE OF VARIOUS AGES NO MORE THAN MY OWN BUT NO LESS THAN MY BABYSITTER’S.
THEY GIVE ME GREAT JOY.
MY BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW.
I’M SURE I WILL GET GREAT JOY AGAIN.
I STILL HAVEN’T USED THE GREAT JOY I GOT LAST YEAR.
IT DOESN’T KEEP FOREVER.
I WANT THEM TO THINK THEY’RE DOING SOMETHING RIGHT.
BUT NOW IT IS TIME TO MOVE FORWARD WITH ME.
I AM MOVING FORWARD WITH ME NOW.
STEP BACK, WE, I AND ME, ARE MOVING FORWARD.
STEP BACK I SAID.

I THINK IF I CAN MAKE IT TO THE FIVE HUNDRED WORD COUNT LIMIT HERE
YOU WILL LOVE ME AND WE WILL FIND IN EACH OTHER COMPANIONSHIP, LOVE
AND PASSION IN AT LEAST ONE DIRECTION AT A TIME.
IF YOU ARE MORE THAN ONE BEAUTIFUL WOMAN OUR ODDS JUST JUMPED.
I AM WRITING THIS IN QUICKSAND BUT TRYING TO KEEP VERY STILL.
IF I SETTLE TOO MUCH I’M FUCKED.
I LOVE TO MAKE OTHER PEOPLE APPEAR HAPPY.
I LOVE TO FORCE OTHER PEOPLE TO LAUGH.
I AM STILL TRYING HARD NOT TO SETTLE.
THERE IS AN ELECTRICAL OUTLET WITH XMAS LIGHTS PLUGGED INTO IT.
I THINK I CAN REACH IT BUT I’M NOT IN GREAT SHAPE.
ONE OF MY RESOLUTIONS IS GETTING TO THE GYM MORE.
I MIGHT ALSO ELECTROCUTE MYSELF, THE QUICKSAND IS WET
FROM LAST NIGHT’S RAIN.

I LIKE TO THINK.
I BELIEVE THERE ARE TWO HUMAN ACTIVITIES THAT ENCOMPASS ALL FIVE
OF THE SENSES.
I BELIEVE ONE OF THESE ACTIVITIES ENCOMPASSES HUMANS.
I BELIEVE ONE OF THESE ACTIVITIES ENCOMPASSES ALL FIVE TEENS
AT THE SLUMBER PARTY NEXT DOOR.
ONE IS ENJOYING SOME FOOD.
ANOTHER IS ENJOYING SOME WINE.
I CAN WAIT AS LONG AS NECESSARY, AS LONG AS I DON’T BREATHE.
I GREW UP IN KANSAS WHERE THEY RAISE THE TV COMMERCIALS.
I MAKE THINGS FOR A LIVING.
I WISH I HAD MADE SOME SNOWSHOES.
I CAN’T MOVE MY HEAD.
I CAN’T CHECK TO SEE WHERE I AM RELATIVE TO THE FIVE HUNDRED WORD
COUNT LIMIT OR THE TEEN IN THE TEDDY WITH THE WINE.
I AM NOT CURRENTLY MOVING FORWARD WITH ME.
ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS IS A SUSHI MASTER.
I LOVE TO WATCH GIRLS PLAY SPORTS.

It really does flash before your eyes, who knew?

I’M SORT OF SORTING MY LIFE OUT.
I’M AIMING FOR BLISS AND MISSING LESS.
I’M ENJOYING MY WORK AS A DOWSER.
I’M EATING OUT IF YOU INSIST.
I’M MAKING OUT MY WILL ON A PIECE OF JUNK MAIL WITH A PEN I FOUND IN MY HAIR.
I’M MAKING OTHERS APPEAR HAPPY.
I’M ENJOYING MY CHILDREN EVEN THOUGH SOME OF THEM ARE ASSHOLES.
I’M COOKING IN MY HEAD.
I’M LAUGHING IN MY HEAD.
I’M LOOKING FOR LOVE IN ANYTHING LEFT.
I’M UP TO MY THIRD RIB AND ACKNOWLEDGING MY AFFECTION FOR ALL LIVING THINGS AND FOR THE THINGS I’LL PROBABLY NEVER DO LIKE THE TEEN IN THE TEDDY WITH THE WINE.

What’s more important, to be good or to be respirating?

MAYBE IT’S MAKING PEOPLE LAUGH?
MAKING PEOPLE LAUGH AT ALL THE RIGHT MOMENTS?
MAKING PEOPLE LAUGH WHILE COOKING?
LOVING?
BEING A LAME GUITAR PLAYER?
I’M A LAME GUITAR PLAYER AND EVEN WORSE ON BANJO.
BUT I HAVE THE GOOD SENSE TO NEVER PLAY IT UNLESS I’M ALONE OR DROWNING.
MAYBE THIS COUNTS AS DROWNING?
WOULD IT MAKE YOU APPEAR HAPPY OR LAUGH TO ENJOY SOME BANJO?

The last things to sink

MY DIMPLES.
MY CURLS.
MY LAUGH.
YOUR APPARENT HAPPINESS.

I already miss my favorite food

I’M A HEDONIST AND ALWAYS ENJOYED THE FREQUENT FLIER MILES.
THIS SUBSET OF QUESTIONS IS ONLY FORCING ME TO RE-ENJOY IT ALL.

Things I could use to make things

MY CHILDREN IN A CHAIN.
COOKING FOR FRIENDS WHO COULD COME OVER ANYTIME NOW.
LOVE FOR THE RIGHT WOMAN WITH A ROPE.
WATER? NO, NOT WATER.
PASSION FOR THE BANJO THAT WOULD HAVE MADE ME
BRING THE BANGO WITH ME SO THAT I COULD USE THE BANJO
TO CATCH THAT LOW HANGING BRANCH OF THE LINDEN TREE
ABOVE THE OLD COI POND THAT I FILLED WITH SAND BUT
OBVIOUSLY NOT ENOUGH SAND OR I WOULDN’T NEED
THE FUCKING BANJO. (THE LINDEN TREE ATTRACTS BEES. GREAT.)
MUSIC, A SIREN OR ALARM OF SOME SORT.

I smoked too few of ‘em while I’d got ‘em

I’D STILL PREFER TO BE MAKING MYSELF HAPPY AND OTHERS APPEAR HAPPY.

On my last and most atypical Friday night

I’M TRYING TO DEFY THE TERM “WEIGHT”. I’M TRYING TO LEARN TO CURSE
IN SPANISH, THE NEW NEIGHBORS ARE FROM SPAIN I THINK, OR MAYBE MADRID.
THE ONE IN THE TEDDY LOOKS SPANISH, ANYWAY. AND THE WINE, NO, I CAN’T
REALLY TELL. MY EYES ARE NEARLY UNDER. I’M STARTING TO FEEL WARM ALL OVER.
THEY SAY IT’S TRUE THAT IT OFTEN HAPPENS THAT WAY, I’M ABLE TO CONFIRM THAT IT IS.

Rethinking the privacy hedge

I’M HERE! I’M STILL HERE! BANJO, ANYONE? CLOTHESLINE?

I’m gasping for

A GIRL WHO WANTS A HEINEKEN.
A GAS OR ELECTRIC COMPANY GUY ON THE NIGHT SHIFT.
ANYONE NEAR ME.
A WINE RUN NEXT DOOR.
A LOVE THAT WILL LAST FOREVER, HAPPY AND LAUGHING AND DRY.

You should rescue me if

YOU WANT TO BE MADE TO APPEAR TO BE HAPPY.
YOU WANT SOMEONE TO FORCE YOU TO LAUGH.
YOU HAVE I.D. THAT SAYS YOU’RE EIGHTEEN AND SOME SPANISH WINE.
YOU KNOW OF AN ALL NIGHT SUSHI BAR OR SOCCER MATCH NEARBY.

(MECHANICALLY? IS THIS A RITUAL? OR AM I JUST TIRED OUT?)

I FEEL NIBBLED.
TIME TO SING.
AMAZING GRACE IN PINK.