Shine On Long Gone Comments

There was a sick moon that hung lame outside my window. And i chatted it up one night after a tumbler of gin. Just in case that moon could see me. What if something was up there and found me! This nothing girl, a ragged, miniscule humanoid girl somewhere out there in this world not yet easily identified on earth as existing or within a flurry of dizzying animation. Oh, if that big cheeze ball up there could find me! me! I'd pull on my old brown shoes and climb the tumbling ladder up onto it's crater plated back to dwell in the validity and make his laziness become giddy lovely craziness...i swear i just saw a real life living moon and it winked once upon a minute straight at me.

Oh yes, i think it's so! So stumbling up, wobbly and punch drunk, I reached out and grabbed the moon’s nightcap to swing about on. And The sliver moon just laughed. In it's space on stars sang clarity and I could fill my lungs with stars that would simply burst out of my chest in giggles and starbursts, skittles and surely this was not iniebriation but celebration. Swinging akin to being shot out of a cannon windswept as I orbited what astronomers could only perceive as a miraculous anomaly. As that crusty old once lazy grinning moon, well, it then shined on me like a crazy supernova. Head to toe I was illuminated. Diamondlike. Beautiful.
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