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The sound … was love

Still having issues with the ideas. Still getting over the hole in my family. Still trying to view my life the new lenses that I’m using. Still trying to decide if I want the new view. But I have more pretty flowers!

tiny pansies

Tiny pansies make everything seem brighter. I’ve always thought they were happy flowers.

The title of the entry comes from one of my favorite songs. I just love the lyrics:

THE FLAMING LIPS – “A Spoonful Weighs A Ton”

 

And though t hey were sad
They rescued everyone
They lifted up the sun
A spoonful weighs a ton
Giving more than they had
The process had begun
A million came from one
The limits now were none
Being drunk on their plan, they lifted up the sun

Forcing it off with their hands
The trapdoor came undone
Above our heads it swung
The privilege had been won
Being drunk on their plan, they lifted up the sun

Yelling as hard as they can
The doubters all were stunned
Heard louder than a gun
The sound they made was love