July 28

When something clicks, when you make a discovery or a realization, the reason why it feels like you've uncovered the secret to an existence of easily renewable happiness and inner-shining (from that day forward) is because every piece of the puzzle, once it's snapped into its place, carries with it a taste of the whole puzzle. Just like every taste of Spirit carries with it a taste of Spirit's Spirit. It's sort of like they're the same as far as your tongue is concerned. Pepsi, and the God that created Pepsi, both taste like Pepsi.

Now, let's get down to business. I learned today that it is better to say, "I'm going to have beer," than, "I'm going to drink beer."

Further: I've been going to Gateway to FunLand a lot lately. It's not actually called that, but I call it that. It's got air hockey, and Dance Dance Revolution. It's got go-karts and mini-gulf and batting practice. I'll go more soon.

Lastly here are some things that I've been sitting and pondering tonight:

- What is it about Charlize Theron that makes me want to sit on a front porch and smoke a cigarette and talk about her to a deaf/mute who can't talk back or change the subject, except by walking away or making easily readable hand motions?

- What is it about Charlize Theron that causes me to build little fires in Lindsey's neighbor's backyards, and read the smoke for signs of my future? .... with Charlize Theron? I ask the flames.

- My fortune cookie at dinner tonight said, "A heavy burden will be lifted from you by a telpephone call or a letter." Adding the obligatory, "in bed," my request is: could someone phone me while I'm in bed and tell me Charlize Theron is on the other line, waiting to hear this love poem I wrote for her?

The poem goes:
Your face is like
the best thing I've ever seen
I don't even like looking at other people's faces
because yours is so much nicer

And your eyes are like
the eyes of an Egyptian serpant
whose great regal head
is coaxed out of a straw basket
and you're looking around
like, "who is mine?"
and I'm like, "me!"

And your ears
seem like they could
be sold on eBay
for the price of my heart

But I honestly want to kiss you on the cheek
and then later on the lips

I want to take it so slow with you
that by the time I am making out with
your irrepressible love box
we are both in Heaven

You are the greatest human
You make me happy to be alive
Just hearing your breath, in my mind,
from California
or wherever you are
is like when that kid
had Free Willy jump over
his fuckin arm

It's like knowing God exists
for a Christian

It's like knowing wheat will happen
for a farmer

It's like being tranqulized
for a horse

You are the best thing that ever happened to Earth;
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.