Some fella told me one day that I needed to go out and have more fun; spend some time in the sun. I told the dude that what was best for me was to stay out of the sun. He asked me why. I told him how the sun steals the youth from our largest organ, our skin. Sun is fine in small amounts, just ask anyone from there abouts (ocean). But the sun is getting hotter and still people flock to tanning booths to make themselves feel HOTTER. I knew a girl in high school who was there when these horrid places first showed themselves. She went as much as her mom could afford, and her mom could afford as many sessions as her beloved daughter cared to have. Although it is true that tanning beds do not cook your insides, when I saw her just the other day, over 22 years later, she looked like beef jerky and had obviously been through some plastic surgery on her face that was rushed it seemed.
Age is nothing to be afraid of. It is part of the process of life. Unfortunately for us and the many kids who will be here long after we have gone; oh wait, the kids kids, the sun will be getting hotter and hotter. The sun is needed for life, but the sun, like the snake who wakes from a long slumber to a traveling man who thought he was in need of help bites the man but before the man dies asks the snake why, the snake replied because I am a snake; the sun steals away the sunshine from the exterior pieces while providing us all with the very life needed to wear such a ridiculous suit; so temporary and tender, always needing love, tenderness, and the caring and loving touch of another human being. So stay out of the fucking sun! LLc 98.2
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
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