today is luminescent.

i don't really know if i've done something differently than before but there are several thousand multi-colored rodents which are rumbling and tumbling about inside my abdomen like acid rain caused by years and years of careless human driving habits and STRANGE THINGS ARE HAPPENING. yes, he's a fountain overflowing with all things that make you happy and you let him be himself so i'm very merry happy for you but i don't understand why he won't let himself sweep you off your sweet star-studded feet and run away together forever to a scallopped roofed house somewhere south of portland where it rains just enough so that the two of you can snuggle by the fire with a basset hound and your rare hungarian cat with the spiky tongue.

you're listening and we're talking but we don't hear a word each other is saying because we're temporarily preoccupied by televisions that sound like squawking birds and slightly distracted almost-lovers and in the middle of all this that started several days ago when i almost allowed myself to fall in love i discover that the most terrifying things in life are usually the most meaningful from a tall boy with blonde hair who i've never spoken to before, and the reason i feel so luminescent today is because when you give yourself away freely and throw your major organs to the sky to rain down like fallien angels on sweaty and unsuspecting passerby you're really just smiling and sliding your hand into the previously unoccupied spaces between a lonely strangers' fingers, and everything must and will turn out the way it's meant to be because otherwise the world would fall off it's axis by means of inferior logic and the human race would be extinct anyway, which would make all my little discrepancies like ashes in the bottom of the carbeurator in this car which will take me to my future, whether i want to go there or not and show me things that i've never wanted to see or expected to be possible.

our world is strange and full of tall and shiny buildings that glow like the inner light which is supposedly showing through my sweatshirt today, the one with the piano keys, and even though TV hosts and antisemitic facebook friends use bad language and sometimes forget to wear socks with their sneakers the world will always go on turning and be a beautiful, marvelous place no matter what is done to it, with an unending perserverance no matter how hard we push and tug it back into its former place setting like erring spoons and forks on a placemat at the dinner table which is our dormant concience. i will light the candle of hope, and we will cross the street in utter darkness into a strange restaurant at which unsuspecting waiters hand you the menu from which you will choose the course of the rest of your life, and we will do it together, and you can bring along your friend and i'll pick up a stranger on the way, and we'll do the unexpected together in a deserted cafe east of Boston's urban district on a sunny spring day in April. the future is here, and the future is mine.