I wish I could take a microphone everywhere I go so everyone

Would hear me

Thought the tiny dust spec as it floated dangerously

Close to my banana themed underpants that

Were unfortunately full of ambergris and

Beefaroni. Serves me right for

Eating every last pineapple gummy last

Night while composing my mash up

Of Phil Collins and Kanye.

I wonder if my dangerous dust spec

Ever worries about drifting to the sea and being mistaken

For plankton?

After all, who wants to be plankton when you get

To be a dust spec weighed down by a microphone resting

Eagerly on my underpants?

thelearningbrain:

which means:

Dorms are full. 

Inboxes are fulll.

Coffee Pots are full.

Schedules are full. 

Meetings are full. 

Life is a constant process of trying to empty things that, on their own accord, keep becoming full. 

(Source: thelearningbrain)