Stupid existential hipster poetry bullshit.

Here's to the different ones.


Here's to the ones that wake up each morning with the sky and dive into the world like a salmon in a stream.

Here's to the rocks they encounter, here's to the other fish.

Here's to the creatures swimming across the landscape, the other fish they muscle out of the way to get where they need to go.

Here's to leaping from the stream, water on scales, touching the sun and sometimes missing the mark. Sometimes landing on the grass. Here's to the gasping, the flailing, the angry, the flopping fish who missed the boat pure and simple.

Here's to method, to evolution, to rationalization that makes you know who goes where and in what capacity that comes from the fish that fall out of the stream, and still have the courage to flop back in.

Here's to the fish, common or non, who keep swimming no matter what.

9 WINTER SOLDIER DRABBLES.

DRABBLES BASED ON THIS MIX BY AMETUERHOUR


( He's a ghost story. )