bring the brain jingle
it’s funny, really. the aftermath of a liquid haze through which you clumsily waded your way through. all the while, of course, colliding with extreme representations of emotions you know.
and in the end you wake up with that funny feeling that there’s a ten pound weight strapped to your head, with a belly screaming out for reprieve from that wonderful clearinghouse process it had to go through while you dreamt of really odd things- dreams ripe with metaphors and details quite revealing to how your head has been working this last little patch of time.
for this moment in time, any sort of coherent familiar melody can act as a crutch to bring you back down to the level at which the populace currently functions. once there, the recollection of what transpired in those earlier hours can steadily trickle back and you can marvel at how you got away with certain things. like not getting pneumonia. or saying what you said.
while it may seem like a self-destructive process to some, it’s still something that you look back on with a positive expression on your face. which means that it’ll happen again.
lather, rinse, repeat. party.
