Luckily, Everything is Everything

[yessiryessum]

Luckily, Everything is Everything
 
Step out of the bus.
Outside of it.
Feet on the ground- come on, now.
Take a walk. A brisk pace.
Take on that pace, and hear the brittle leaves crunch under your brisk pace.
Crunch.
Forever, forever.
 
Take a bite out of a motherfucking apple.
Might be trite, but don’t despair!
Break the skin; let your teeths come together.
Remember when you teethed?
Genuine thanks to the lord above.
 
Sister Sister-
How in the world are so many things so crisp?
Ah
Because everything is everything.
Thank the Lordy Lordy.
 
Unfortunately,
On days like these,
On the wooden, paint-peeling porch,
(so rustic- but still valid!)
You remember just how
kind of
sweaty
your high school friend used to be.
 
He was huge. And smiley.
He deserved everything.
You loved that boy.
You really did.
He’ll be fine, and that invalidates nothing.
Thank God.
 
Real talk,
God might just not exist.
 


And if He does, He is almost definitely a She.
God should probably have birthing powers.
(practically speaking.)
But then again, Gender…
is so damn restrictive.
Ah yes- everything is everything.
 
What is the meaning of life?
Come on, now.
That’s like asking…
What is the meaning of Crisco?

Speaking of which, 
life's meaning is 
crisp.
Absolutely not soggy.
But then again, texture is the easy part.

Thanks anyways.