late night scribbles, directly after the mantra: “write to sing, not to remember”

we try so fucking hard to act like we’re not trying.
it would be tragic if it weren’t so hilarious.
but in the moment we see clearly enough, laughter is the only option.

tragedy is the territory of the fearful.
you can call me whatever names you like for saying so,
but how else do you expect me to react to such treatment?!
(chuckle)

people repeat themselves when they feel like their audience isn’t listening.
we’re both guilty there.
(all you need is love, meet “irresponsible, unapologetic hedonism!”)
we’re both guilty there.

but my laughter is far from deaf.
justice is an emergent property of gratitude.
laughter is an unfettered prayer of thanksgiving.

gootchie gootchie goo…

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