Just think a cloud in cyberspace intuitive pink and fluffy no storms no lightning no rain just white wispy platforms floating in a blue field And you are tiny—and SKINNY safely spinning round smiling and laughing and dancing to the syncopated do wop day glow of a Bali autumn night. Diddly bop Scooby dooby doo scaz fraz, raz ma taz and you are caught-up in a time warp where everyone is young and a half dozen orthopedic shoes swing on a clothesline along with black and white oxfords and toe shoes AND they are ALL YOUR SIZE. Daddle waddle ding dong shoo-do-doo- woosh wow whee, bam-bub-bee, zoosk zoos-zingin And now you are in Macchu Picchu twisting with Chubby Checker and you get it—you’re connected to the source. Blaze a blingin tootin and scootin without a care tripping lightly down the stair with long flaxen hair flawless skin and your butt, hips and thighs make grown men drool cause your flying without a license fresh out of school you are so cool and SOOO flexible. Then you sneeze and break the spell OH-HELL and you are back but for a few syncopated moments you were at the center of the cosmos. A universe unto yourself and it was HEAVEN and Life is Like That when your head is in a cloud and you’re wearing rose-colored reading glasses and earphones with a mic Can you hear me now? Shimmy shimmy bing bang bong. Crank it up, Babe I can still hear myself breathing.
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