March 23, 2005
oh! what a tangled web we weave!
My mom said that when I was growing up. "Oh, what a tangled web we weave." I suppose it's true. Everything crosses back on itself and we just get caught in the middle of what we're building.
It's meant to be a web! But it's just a tangle of sticky threads! Oh!
I've often spoken with Mr.Guy about what variety of monkey he or I would be if we were to be a monkey. I've been pulling for Capuchin monkey. He's on the same wavelength as I am in that regard. This weekend, though, LeTigress suggested spider monkeys.
SPIDER MONKEYS!
Now how fab would that be? To be a spider monkey! Forget organ grinding with the scary organ grinder. Forget stealing shiny things because you were trained to do it (I saw that on a Bloodhound Gang episode--someone was stealing money and things from hotel rooms, but they didn't take things like wallets! But they did take shiny things like gum wrappers! At least I think it was the Bloodhound Gang.)
A new employment option comes just for spider monkeys! Or monkies, as I would request my gang of monkies be pluralized.
We can be web detanglers! Some folks go to therapists or they play sports or they write in journals to sort out those difficult thoughts that rattle around in their noggins. But with a spider monkey, it would all be different. The monkies would fix those problems!
Metaphysical questions turn into physical things with pullable strings to which are attached rings tied onto the wings of birds that sing for the fanciful king.
Yes! A spider monkey is the thing to be! Oh yes yes yes!
