by brooke evans
Please stop talking or I am going to explode.
Cease the dialogue, the commentary, the apologies, the epilogue, or Iâ€™m going to explode like an overripe pimple.
And when I explode, my pimple-y ooze will fly in a million different directionsâ€”some of which will land on you.
Then, with just this simple magical squirt of bacterial mess now spattered into your over-priced, ill fitting attire, you will begin your transformation from the apathetic toward a driven, unapologetic, free-thinking spiritual being.
No more biological or genetic excuses for your impersonalized behavior.
You will finally become relevant. Â Re-born. Your destination will change with the circumstances of life, and your newly discovered flexibility will expand to meet these needs.
You goal will be to ascend to the top of Maslowâ€™s pyramid.
Thought will be your own and not based on an obsession of a particular theory, life coach, or world leader.
In 70 years, when this life is over and they slice you open from neck to naval, out will pour a multi-colored, sparkling wet powder. Each shiny grain of iridescence representing at least a thousand times that you have loved, cherished, and prayed for the world.
And mankind will be so much better for it.