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mid-strut
(with carrie’s voice inside my head)

when you try to live a fairy tale life, sometimes you either fall flat on your face then lose all your teeth upon hitting the pavement… or you succeed-- and get the other glass slipper, transform the beast into a dreamy prince, or make the princess realize she’s an ogre for life despite her superficial hopes at the beginning of the story. but what happens when you don’t exactly fail nor succeed? what if standing still on the side of the road was the best option to go for in this rat race? in other words… you’ve been stalled, mid-strut… there’s a mental picture right there. mid-strut… while crossing the road… while making your way down the street… while you make your fairy tale come true. it’s not too often that breaking your stride is a major catastrophe. however, life’s full of surprises that we totally do not ask for in the first place or half hope for but are not ready to receive, so we send it back. only trouble is, these surprises do not come with a return to sender address. and you basically end up with a big screaming mess on your hands with no emotional band aid to spare… hoodwinked… marooned… trapped like a mouse--- on a sinking ship--- with the filthiest sea water rising up to your chin. (scream) this is your life and no superhero or knight in shining armor is gonna save you but yourself… unless surprises prevent you otherwise. for that, you’ll need stronger medication… the kind that’s written on stone tablets and ethereally manifest themselves from beyond the clouds. as you see, everything’s as tricky as raiding a pharaoh’s tomb in the middle of the desert in summertime… so before you decide to live out your fairy tale life, don’t! unless you’ve picked the same that i have… sleeping beauty. not because i’m waiting for the prince to banish the evil witch… nor am i waiting for my true love’s first kiss… but because she gets to sleep for a hundred years and doesn’t age a day.