Everyday Inspiration
Day Two: Write a List
Things I Like
Mark Ryden
I like questions
and riddles
cupcakes and science
snow and ice and rain.
I like scary stories and horror stories
and pictures of bones and cats.
I like dark nights and gloomy mornings
fog and pumpkins and sunflowers.
I like the Ocean,
not so much the mountains
and I can’t breath in open spaces.
I like writing and dreaming
and Mozart and Monet
and books written a long time ago.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Everyday Inspiration:
If you’ve been electrocuted a bunch of times bee stings don’t hurt anymore.
Counting backwards is a skill I will never master.
I can’t binge watch Tv shows.
The smell of death doesn’t bother me but the smell of hairspray does.
Being electrocuted a bunch of times probably is not a good thing.
I can pull splinters out of my own hands with my fingers really fast but I use tweezers when someone asks me to pull one from them. And I do it slowly.
I think being electrocuted a bunch of times was something I could have learned to avoid.
Pork Rinds. The cheapest you can find. Yum. You’re welcome.
I hate the phrase ‘ awesomesauce’ so much I actually went and looked it up :
Nooooo….brainworm alert brainworm altert must stop stupid words from nesting
in
my
brain
Electricity is not my friend.
Photo A,M. Moscoso
THINGS I LOVE
Cupcakes.
David Tennant.
Cupcakes and David Tennant.
Cupcakes served by David Tennant.
Cupcakes.
Yum.
Day Two: Write a List
Today, write your own list on one of these topics:
Choose one? Just one? Okay.
I’ll play.
:::THINGS I WISH:::
I wish monsters were real
and that Haunted Houses were bedeviled by ghost people and ghost cats and ghost dogs and man eating plants.
I wish I could sail Ghost Ships and catch Ghost Trains to work.
I wish I was there one minute before the Big Bang and one minute after the Universe ends
and I wish Martians would finally get around to invading the Earth
before the Mercurians get their act together.
I wish all my dreams could be nightmares
and all of my nightmares were dreams
and I wish I could draw them and sing about them
and that I could pass them around like the common cold
or the Plague, or maybe even Rabies.
I wish I could have made mummies
and placed them in tombs that were as tall as a mountain
or so far into the Earth where there is almost no air
and that I could have sat with them
in the dark
for centuries.
Flesh and blood among bones and decay.
I wish I could try it, even for a day.
If I only had one wish and from this list I had to choose
I wouldn’t bother
I’d hold out for it all
That’s the wish I’d choose.
