kit and kaboodle



it’s like that sometimes:

being depressed 
while being given an award.

feeling homicidal on your birthday.

hating the warmth of the sun.

laughing at funerals.

all this.

the highest highs
and the lowest lows
lost in each other,

inseperable,

the same and unassailable.





11 thoughts on “kit and kaboodle

  1. Thought provoking. Thanks.

    I remember laughing and singing and playing at a funeral when I was small. I waved a funeral flag, danced and chanted “funeral, funeral”. No one seemed to mind. The dead man’s face was too pink. Life was much more normal then.

    I still laugh out loud in the middle of writing gloomy things. There is some treasure of me buried deep under a lifetime of cultural training that is still normal.

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