One day a hippo was going for a walk. He met a lady who was going to the market. He told her “Hello Madam, I am going for a walk. You can keep your calm, I have eaten my lunch.” “Hippopo Hippopotame”, she started to stutter, “Hippopo Hippopotame, I was scared you would eat me.”
went on a walk yesterday evening to central park. because the sun goes down so early, it was dark and the moon was up by 5:30. the clouds were lit by both the moon and the light pollution, so they were eerily bright in front of the dark sky. it was also insanely windy, so they were rushing by incredibly fast. sat by the pond and watched them, listening to this song, which seemed to fit the scene too well. or maybe the scene fit the song too well. i don’t know which. i wish i could have just filmed the clouds going by for four minutes and twelve seconds, because it would have made the most perfect music video for it.
and it was just one of those moments, where everything fits together perfectly, and life is good. you know?
Fitter, happier, more productive, comfortable, not drinking too much, regular exercise at the gym (3 days a week), getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries , at ease, eating well (no more microwave dinners and saturated fats), a patient better driver, a safer car (baby smiling in back seat), sleeping well (no bad dreams), no paranoia, careful to all animals (never washing spiders down the plughole), keep in contact with old friends (enjoy a drink now and then), will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in the wall), favors for favors, fond but not in love, charity standing orders, on Sundays ring road supermarket (no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants), car wash (also on Sundays), no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate, nothing so childish - at a better pace, slower and more calculated, no chance of escape, now self-employed, concerned (but powerless), an empowered and informed member of society (pragmatism not idealism), will not cry in public, less chance of illness, tires that grip in the wet (shot of baby strapped in back seat), a good memory, still cries at a good film, still kisses with saliva, no longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick, that’s driven into frozen winter shit (the ability to laugh at weakness), calm, fitter, healthier and more productive a pig in a cage on antibiotics.