Bad

(To find Robert’s post go to Amber’s blog, hit the link to blog squad home base, which is Susan’s blog, then click on ‘Rob’.)

"computers or a suit of powerbooks" / "girl in pellucid raincoat with pellucid purse"

Exactly. Exactly. Take the little good things, the crunchy, choc-full ones, the real precious special gems, and then pile them all up, on top of eachother, and like, make-out; revel, splash, play. Beacuse maybe if you can get enough, ‘if you can just get enough’.. if you can just, roll around long enough, in piles of small diamonds, and checks (made out to you), all sticking to you like wet flower petals.. then maybe, just maybe, you might actually get something that you want. You might actually find something, like fun for example. And then maybe, maybe things will be okay. Maybe you will have a good enough life before you die.

But first you gotta make gems, attract them.

Take a piece of coal. Shove it up your ass. And clench it, for like 42 or 43 minutes, until you have a gem.

Then spring, then raindrops, then, the pellucidity of yourself when you get good.

Get good.

And get little. Get small hands. Get that light, fresh, oxygenated feeling, that you get, inside, and outside, and with things. Get so small and clear. Get nothing but wintermint toothpaste and ‘the force’. get all lower-case. and mini. get ‘mini club’. get so small that you’re HUGE.

Get so simple, that the Gaudi tower itself erupts through your forehead:

(In the voice of Sam Lohman):

The Gaudi tower,

all totally dripping, and festooning, and spraying, with ribbons, and light, skinny rainbows, and monkeys, pure lines of oil paint, squeezing out, sushi, and ‘Bounty’ bars, and mini Koala bears, a girl’s head, a bouncing ball, some sunshine, animation of fucked-up flowers growing-out, like bacteria, super-8 video of people’s lives, Switzerland, mini cash prizes, Suzuki Samurai’s, and Daria’s little sister jet skiing on some more rainbows, some Skittles, a few Kia Sportages, a toy nugget of gold, some cash, some dollar signs, a few tiny hearts, three small vacations of love, and some mini private jets that are really, really fun, some puppies on slip ‘n slides, that are just slippin’, and slidin’, out, some real birds flying, and a couple of smallish two-dimensional business people…

and the music just rotating, spurting around, everything spraying into life with activity, spraying into stuff that is there, on-the-ready, and alive:

The Gaudi tower that is yourself, infused. Wearing a suit of fuckin’ powerbooks. That guady tower.

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