You Can't Stand Around All Day Waiting for Your Wounds to Reopen

You'll miss the parade.  Our advice is to go and make yourself useless.  Lick a flower or clap your hands on a butterfly.  Go out into the world.  It's like the great outdoors out there!  Look at us.  We've wasted our whole life breathing and if we could go back we wouldn't breathe, we'd cease breathing and rise up over the town and look down at all the people we know with our heart all opened up like a blue suitcase.  There are fifteen ways to go to Heaven and fifteen waiting hearses and fifteen mourners and fifteen rooms in the house you've been dreaming about all your life, the one you've always wanted to get back to.  And there are fifteen signposts pointing the way.  Our past is the history of a mystery and the future is a plague in the bones.  We're at the point of an arrow and we're at the tip of that arrow and on our way, yes we're on our way.  It's a simple matter of walking backwards in the right direction, the one that leads straight up, out of the smog and into the fog.

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[Peteski]

Once I get my time machine to get back from the shop I swear I'm going to stop living in the past.