Today was the day of the Quake. I felt it in my bones. I sensed it ahead of time... like a dog.
I want to get in the car. It only happened an hour from where I sit.
I want to stand at the epicenter:
I want to throw bottles of top shelf liquor into it.
I want to run across it.
I want want to yell at it, "Not today tectonic"
I want to put on my party pants and eat nachos next to it.
I want to sip a cool beverage chilled with frozen grapes and laugh at it.
I want to burn a shake weight in effigy above it.
I want to kiss a nurse near it.
I want to read a book entitled, "The Time I Read a Book Next To The Epicenter" by it.
I want to build some stilts and look at it from ten feet high.
I want to get a silver spoon and taste it.
I want to make a mud pit and wade through it.
I want to buy a dog that was born near it.
I want to give away all of my possessions to the person nearest it.
It is a day of quakspiration.
Glad you survived. Aren't you guys supposed to be in Florida?
ReplyDeleteWe drove back for the earthquake.
ReplyDeleteput on my party pants and eat nachos next to it...
ReplyDeleteI envision you laughing as you write each of these and it makes me smile
. . . whatever . . . randy says he with you on kissing the nurse . . .
ReplyDeleteDeeply moving - the stilts make perfect sense and for you and me they only need to be 4 feet high.
ReplyDeleteI bought a dog that was born near the epicenter but it is . . . frustrating.
ReplyDeleteI guess I should have said 16feet high... I've always wanted 10 foot stilts. Good catch Lee!
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