Postcard # 49

December 19th, 2015

I woke up from a dream this morning

I was DJing in a club somewhere

Outside the club was a jungle

And I took a walk to get some air

I came to ancient temple

Where tigers lay below the steeple

And a monkey painted graffiti

Using paint from crushed beetles

Mmm, someone said, "No one knows just why the monkeys risk their little lives painting on the walls and tiles in the corner of the tiger's eyes."

Someone said, "No one knows just why the monkeys risk their little lives painting on the walls and tiles in the corner of the tiger's eyes."

Tiger's eyes

But according to the science community

The ones who did lived longer more happily

And in the dream I thought to myself

I need to be more like that monkey

I need to be more like that little monkey

I need to be more like that little monkey