Why-you wearing that bandana?
Bandana day. Canteen? My grandma had breast cancer.
Ugh. Don’t use ‘grandma’ and ‘breast’ in the same sentence.
Well. I'll have you know that the big ideas, the real gut wrenching spine tinglers, they come from this big pool I visit SE of here. It's a long way away, it's hard to get to and you have to jump a barbed fence to get in. To fish out an idea, you have to use a special rod which doesn't work if you're too depressed or tired or energetic. You have to be feeling just right for the rod to light up and start working. And, even then, you have to make sure no one is around when you're fishing. Otherwise the big ones don't come. You must be completely alone, and no one can even pop in for a quick hello.
The smaller ideas come from this little paddling pool in my backyard. It's much easier to get to. You can fish the small ones out with your hands, practically with your eyes closed. I urge you to try it. Admittedly, the small ideas are only small and they won't change your life. But they're still worth something and they're funny to look at – wallowing about, shouting and screaming nonsense, peeing everywhere.
Signed.
j
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