That bowlers cap fit you incredibly well.
A monocle for the laughs.
Constantly with a cigar.
A perfectly formed stash.
Never a hair out of place.
The personality of a tie-dye shirt.
The face of a businessman.
Rest in peace Tim.
You were more than a good man.
Truthfully a Titan.
Farewell Monopoly Man.
Heaven won't know what hit 'em.

Hundreds of people have died climbing Everest.
And they're still up there man.
Just goes to show you.
Each and every one of them,
Highly motivated, Athletic
Outgoing, Brave, Strong.
But they're all corpse confetti now,
Decorating the accomplishments of others.

Sometimes, Peace is just a piece.
A solitary moment in time.
A fleeting second of bliss.
A piece of peace is worth the price.
It's easy to focus on turbulence.
Because it's so engaging.
But pieces of peace come equally.
They are just harder to see.
A few seconds of upset
Becomes hours of discomfort.
But peace eventually comes.
Like tides of an ocean.
Take notice of when there is nothing to notice.
It will help, I promise.
Enjoy your pieces of peace.

Pssshhhht, shhhhik, clink clink clink.
Pshhhhhhhhhht pshhhht psssshhhhhhhhtttt.
Chccck clink clink clink shhhhhhrkt
Pssshhhht.


Ah, Liquid art.
That smell.
Toxic.
Nostalgic.
**** my lungs.
Tie-Dye Cilia.
Rainbow fingertips.
Beautify.
Annihilate.
Destroy.
Create.

Psssshhhht psssshhhhttt shhhhhhik.
Clink clink clink.
Pssshhhht.

Crisp, clean, consice. Clearly a collection my conscience cannot create. Confused, curious, cautious. A call more my cadence.  Consuming a cadre of Cadillac thoughts. A cerebellum rather cellular in creative cognition. Can't call a conundrum something convincing, how contrived.