2000-08-18 | 05:10:43

as fucked as life can be sometimes, there is usually an equal and opposite fucking beautiful thing to counteract the just-plain-fucked stuff.

if you hadn't noticed today is cuss word day. because torrez said so. so hip-fucking-horray for him, and for all of us, really. cussing is fucking fun! and fucking cathartic! ah. more refreshing than iced tea with a sprig of fucking mint, i tell you.

ok, so anyway. my point being beauty dwells among us like so many dust mites. it appears in odd places. such as a web page giving clowns advice on how to handle frightened children. no tongue in cheek here. just fucking big red noses and a sense of a calling to clowning.

i found the link on misterpants.com and just about busted a fucking gut. go. read. you must. at least the top section. ohmigod. ohmigod. i just love this quote the mostest:

"Think of it this way--most adults are 2-3 times as tall as children. If you saw a person fifteen feet tall in bright clothes and a painted face at your front door yelling "Surprise!" how would you feel? Put yourself in the shoes (no pun intended) of the child."

today i laughed outloud for about five minutes straight thanks to clown fear.

genuine, kneejerk laughter is fucking beautiful, people. fucking beautiful.

then there's those little moments in life that try to act insignificant, but in spite of themselves, stick in your craw like an elusive celery tidbit that your darting, prying tongue tip just can't dislodge.

witness a trip to a little hole-in-the-wall pizza joint while visiting my parents last weekend. my sis and i went in, ordered our slices and sat down on barstools which ran along the counter. next to us was an eleven-year-old girl and a later-middle-aged woman who was apparently her mom.

the woman was a harley mama. big-time harley mama. in leathers with the hd logo spanning the broad back of her vest. she was sporting a full-on mullet.

as my sister and i sat down, harley mama shoved a glass shaker full of dried peppers at us and muttered in a gruff, low-register: "you girls want seeds?"

try to tell me that's not fucking beautiful, people.

"you girls want seeds?"

that is a random act of fucking senseless beauty if i ever did see one, dagnabbit and golly gee whilickers.

speaking of which, there's that darn english language. now that's some fucking beautiful shit right there. words, baby, words, baby, words.

*sigh* *blink* *grin* *laugh out-fucking-loud*

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