They used to say that if you held your breath long enough, you’d start to see stars.  How easy it is to euphemizicate and forgetialize. Honest, if you hold your breath long enough, you start to see paramedics and then? Then, ambulance lights’ll be the closest you’ll see to stars.
But hey, they’re still pretty.

It’s funny, isn’t it, the things we do for fun these days. Someone once told me of a game in Japan that schoolgirls were supposed to like more than peach flavored bubblegum and designer shirts with obscure English brand names. As it goes, you hold your head down to slow oxygen flow, and someone punches you in the chest as hard as he can and then? Then, hopefully, your heart stops.
Oh but it’s only for three seconds.

You know there were the other extreme times when we did tiring disgustingly wholesome things like math problems.

SOH-CAH-TOA remember?



   s
   ine
   opposi
   teoverhypot
   enusecosineadjacen
   toverhypotenusetangentop
   opsiteoveradjacenttriangletriangle

but then SomeOldHippie-CaughtAnotherHippie-TrippinOnAcid and now we’re all doing that instead.

We’re tripping on math.
Math
Math
Math
Meth
Meth
MEth.

Did they almost get you too?
Because hey we can all be trippin’ to find nirvana, trippin’ to the moon, trippin’ for colors and psychedelicacies that don’t otherwise exist and breathe in melodies that can’t ring if we’re not trippin’.

We’re tripping over ourselves.

haha... hahahahahahahah
Adrenaline surges in funny ways but really not as funny as you because
ha. ha.
You’re trippin’ so hard you can’t see the ambulance lights.