Little Black Dot

this morning we carried portable walls up the gallery stairs right after the following conversation:
l. i vote myself to be the weakest person.
c. ok.
l. well, actually, you're smaller than i am.
c. i'm a pretty strong lady, actually.
m. yeah, man. what are you talking about? chelsea does yoga all day. she's like madonna. she could move this thing by herself. she could move this thing with her mind.

i loled hardcore and spent the rest of the day singing ray of light inside my head.
zephyr in the sky at night i wonder
do my tears of mourning sink beneath the sun
she's got herself a universe gone quickly
for the call of thunder threatens everyone