Elephant Farts & The Meaning Of It All
02.15.07 (9:50 pm) [edit]
"I love child things because there's so much mystery when you're a child. When you're a child, something as simple as a tree doesn't make sense. You see it in the distance and it looks small, but as you go closer, it seems to grow - you haven't got a handle on the rules when you're a child. We think we understand the rules when we become adults but what we really experienced is a narrowing of the imagination."
- David Lynch
A small child is asleep with an inflatable flower behind me.
She took Squeaky home last week. She's been very attached to him since. I kinda missed having him here. But she brought him along tonight to visit. She's sleeping here, and I'll take her to school tomorrow.
I told her a story of a little boy who played in the woods and climbed trees and dreamed. He grew older and had to do adult things that he didn't really like to do very much. Then he had a little girl, who reminded him of what it was like back when he played in the woods and climbed trees and dreamed dreams, and he wanted to be more like her.
Then I told her about an elephant who got really hungry and pulled a monkey out of a tree and ate him up. Then he farted the monkey right out his butt and the monkey looked at him and said "THAT'S GROSS!!!!!"
There's nothing like making a kid laugh to the point of nearly pissing themselves.
I'm tired. Good night, sweet motherfucks.
Love,
Daddy