Whether it’s black Friday, mahogany Monday, or lavender Saturday, there’ll always be demons and haters, sewers filled with murderers, liars and swamp-throated choirs.
Dreadful days with hellitosis and teeth looking like they chewed too long on a cannonball jawbreaker.
Heartbreaks and soulquakes, gospels of broken bottles, and vasectomied sirens still giving birth to screaming emergencies.
There’ll also be days bright as fresh flowers in old graveyards.
Days when your brain-dead boomerang gets an anti-lobotomy and returns to you zinging and singing.
When your collide and collapse comes back new and refreshed.
When it feels like you can crawl into the womb of a feather, and be reborn as something lighter than air.
RichRant 