the disappointment i feel in my own government
in my own daily interaction with the people of this country
or even the world
maybe i should start writing fiction more
just to be able to be around the people i enjoy
and in spaces where i’m not
constantly hounded by the existential depression of
“this could be so much better
but it just
isn’t”
there is something
~tragic~
about terrible gum
especially in one’s
favorite
flavor:
the excitement
for the bright blue
of ultra-sour
blueberry
the curly-q
of a whole big tape
of bubble gum
waiting in front of you
and to have the initial unfurl
of the roll
snap
and break
and shatter
only bodes ominous
for the rest of the experience
and then
for the flavor to be good
for maybe four seconds
just makes the loss of flavor
later
hurt one’s soul
a million times over
and if that weren’t enough
right when you think you should just
spit it out
be done with it,
a random flavor pocket will burst to life
and you want to chew more
to not waste any flavor,
but the chewing hurts your jaw
and the flavoring is overall
so underwhelming
this disappointment
is one of the worst
of my life
[not really, but man,
when you are *in the mood* for some
blueberry bubble gum
and this happens…
the soul aches
for brand-name hubba bubba
bubble tape]
saw a broadway show last night
a show that did Spectacle very well
and i think that’s what i need to start expecting
from broadway —
not art
not top talent
not top tier anything
except Spectacle
i realize this has an edge of
disappointment
to the phrasing,
but i don’t necessarily mean it as such;
i mean, if i stop expecting what broadway isn’t going for
then maybe i *won’t* be disappointed
over
and over
and over
again
kipventures 