The suited man has delivered and the fireworks are
over.
For another year.
I have grimaced at my savings. Promised my liver I
will ease up on the vodka.
The ‘tomorrow I must work to feed myself’ dread is victorious
in its belly curdle. And I have located 2011’s wrinkles and photo-shopped them from
my conscious with thrift flourish.
Now to those damn pesky resolutions.
I had resolved not to resolute. New Years Eve a few
days past was (and typically is) a slow rolling emotional one. But despite
feeble attempts at mind-trickery, I cannot stop 2012 life-fancy-dot-pointing. And
they are basic MEtypical.
Read more. Write long. Dream much. Travel deep.
Let love linger. Study with punch. Plug in. Listen lock.
Dance. Drink. Dine. Dip. Dive. Breathe.
Lots.
Happy New Year.
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