It Opens if You Turn the Handle
Headache, Vegyn
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When I'm standing around in the kitchen
Ignoring my life and grilling courgettes
I can move my head and body
I can turn into an easter egg, or a music box, or a piece of cake
But when I'm sat in the sun
Doing absolutely nothing
Absolutely everything is possible
Because, like Uncle Mario always used to say
"If you want to really see Delft, you have to go to The Hague"
Heart reduces the immediate contingency
In which an object exists
To a state in which the object assumes the form and quality of freedom
Don't take breaks, take snacks
And while there has to be some way of saying
"What's your name, Sasha?"
That is both a statement and a question at the same time
When I wake up at 1:30 PM on a Wednesday
You, you will still definitely be you
And I will still somehow feel the need to live
'Cause you will still be you
And I will still remember how you apologized to me
When you kicked me out of your restaurant
For doing my newest dance move
And how you smiled when I told you that it was called
"Going crazy in a restaurant"
Here and now are images at best
I am gone where I get moved to go
I am a man, a thing, a dream
Dry cleaning, strong feelings
Tie your sandbag to the smoke alarm and smoke
Our hopes have run away forever
Look instead for the horse that comes first
And the knowledge that laughter is always right next door
Hey universe, do you want to play dice?
Peace is where Earth meets heaven
And it is a chemical wedding
Beauty need not be just
But justice is often beautiful
And yes, I drink the Jugo de Coco
And yes, I think about the world
Yes, I look at the sky, and yes, I cough a lot
Oh yes
Oh yes
Oh yes
And to quote the late great Sinรฉad O'Connor
"It is no measure of health to be well adjusted
To a profoundly sick society"
But I see no difference
The world is the world
I eat paper instead of food
The door is right in front of you, and it opens if you turn the handle
You must go out, go in
Go through to get out, go down to go through
I went in, I went out
I went to where they said I couldn't go
And I sat in the shade, with Michelle
And we ate grilled fish, and argued
The girls working there gave me a discount when I went to pay
And giggled at me
While flamingoes stood, pink and balletic, in the rolling surf