Notes in my phone is a collection of attention-grabbing words, phrases, and comments I’ve heard or read, mostly on The Balcony. I give no context to them. You decide what they might mean.
I would rather eat a bowl of live spiders. • The tree remembers, the axe forgets. I am the queen of assumptions. • Your key has a spot in my secret drawer. • History doesn’t repeat itself but it often rhymes. (General H. R. McMaster) • The mystery is the beauty. The beauty is the mystery. • Gonna have to get me some ice cleats for this Mississippi winter. • See me no more. • “School shootings are a fact of life.” (J.D. Vance) • “School shootings are a fact of death.” (Me) • He’s the kind of person who could tell a story and you didn’t know if it was true or not, but you liked it so much you didn’t care. • Dark winds • It’s a bad time for being sad. • Why are your ankles so puffy? • The Count of Monte Crisco. • Boonanza • I had chicken tenders in my pockets. • I had one, but I lost it. • If you want it to come out right pull it straight. • I looked at you and said, “No,” but you did it anyway. • I must be late. Everyone else was going home. • Peons. Pee-ons. • “Even graveyards grow flowers.” (Miller’s Girl [movie]) • Happiness is a stone’s throw away, but the stone is heavy. • I was chased by a lobster when I was three years old. • Hope is a thing with Mexican feathers. • She drank her genius out of her mind. • You burnt my latte! • I’m going to land softly. • Ambisextrious • The difference between meditation and dissociation is consent. • Amish hipsters • By the time the getcha they’ve already gotcha. • A serial killing sloth makes for many a slow death. • Your hair looks like a turd on the side of your head. • “It’s not too difficult to convict an innocent person. It’s impossible to get them out (of jail). (John Grisham) • Patience is the companion of wisdom. (Gunsmoke) • She was grazed by a bullet in her head. • A delicate turning of the fans • Quarantine Barbie • We travel full-time and like locust we go to a city and we eat. Everything is there. Then we leave. • What’s wrong with fair and free erections? • How do you send a ball of butter halfway across the country? • Honey, if you want me to disagree with you less, try being right more. • I could eat some mac & cheese.
…and that’s the View from The Balcony.
Randy Weeks is a Licensed Professional Counselor, a Certified Shamanic Life Coach, an ordained minister, singer-songwriter, actor, and writer. He loves word play but can’t stand bad grammar.
