kicking out the jams

Things are connected. Stuff’s connected. Probably everyone knows it, gets it.

This happened only because that happened, and that happened because that happened, which follows a previous this and that, and trace it backwards all the way to someone warming you (me) a bottle of milk in a sauce pan steaming boiling water on a stove. The saying, “It’s always darkest before the dawn (and coldest)”, falls out from why is this happening (to me) forward to if that hadn’t happened there wouldn’t have been flowers in your (my) hair.

And then shit happens. And then someone asks, “What’s it all about, Alfie?” And someone answers, “Not knowing is most intimate.”

So — Toes on the floor in the morning’s pretty much the golden lottery ticket.