Weak people need BIG things in their life.
But, being weak....they can't do the heavy lifting.
Scratch that!.....they won't do the heavy lifting.
Instead, weak people puff up. They fill their head with lots of empty thought. BIG thought.
That way there's no need to look farther than the inside lens of their own corneas.
Self-talk can be big and soothing and empowering. Tell yourself a little lie and stand back. Do you believe it? CAN you?
Tell another person a little lie about yourself. Do they believe it? WILL they?
String the big thoughts together like beads on a strand and wear them about your neck. Aren't they pretty?
See my shiny, expensive beads? That's not popcorn, brother--those are rare pearls! GENUINE PEARLS?
(Did they believe you?)
You see, the world is pretty much over run with all kinds. Silly people, greedy people, barbarous and cruel.....
But, they all grow accustomed to it--thinking BIG thoughts. They have a taste and it goes down smooth...
Maybe there are more kind and smiling souls than the other kind?
The good ones--I'm saying, the ones who just work at it and work hard.
They can plant a seed. They take the trouble to water. The bloom comes and those flowers make the sunshine want to bathe the neighborhood in smiles.
The hard workers don't need big thoughts. They don't use BIG words. They're just too busy bringing color and blossoms into everybody's world.
But, not the weak ones...not the shallow water treading folk. They only need the words.
What are those BIG words that don't mean much at all? We've all tasted them. They are delicious.
Your head starts spinning. A woozy wobble hits your heels and the solid earth becomes a merry-go-round.
How'd that happen? You ask yourself..."Wow! What just happened? WTF just happened?"
Somebody stood in front of you and said some of those BIG words! That's what just happened, sister....knocked you half way into tomorrow didn't it? Yesssss.
Like a cold drink on a hot summer day it was. Made your eyeballs dance like the slot machine with all those lemons lined up in a row: DING DING DING DING! Payday!
Somebody spoon fed you the first taste of...FOREVER. Ohhhh, that's rich. That's a big BIG word: FOREVER.
And what were the other ones? LIVE FOREVER? Whew--somebody call an ambulence! Would you? Can you? Grab ahold of that and hang on: LIVE FOREVER!!
"Tell me more, kind sir. Tell me more!"
Listen to those words. Roll them around and invite them for a sitdown inside that dark room between your ears.
Let in the biggest words of all: GOD....LOVE....LIVE FOREVER.....
Bartender--pour us another round! Knock em' back and keep em' comin'!!
Tell me more...tell me more...
And the seduction began and the heat inside your arteries ramped up and up and up until you were hot and trembling for it.
Your pupils dialate. Your breathing comes fast like a big dog on a hot day. Give it to me...give it to me....those really BIG WORDS......
At night the shadows on your ceiling danced with the melody of your prayers...fresh prayers....sweet BIG WORDS: JEHOVAH....ohh man that's a really big BIG word!!
Hit me again, Dealer, I've only got a soft 17...take me all the way to 21! WHAM! JEHOVAH! BLACKJACK!!
Let's celebrate...drinks on the house...everybody have a party....JEHOVAH's gonna drive me home....I can get fallin' down drunk. Ye haw.
And the rest of your days? What about them?
What happens, Mister BIG DREAMS if you wake up?
What happens....when...you ....wakeup?
Peel yer eyelids back and show those gorgeous red capillaries, my friend....you can practically hear the headache on the conga drums...BLAM BLAM BANG BANG WHAM!
Oh Brother--the rest of your natural life a hulking, hungry monkey is gonna ride you on your back.
Welcome to the hangover.
Those stabbing wounds that snap you awake hurt like hell-don't they? Of course, they do. They really do.
So, you're gonna have to listen to Dirty Harry with the muzzle of that gaping cannon pointed in your eye. Listen up.
You're gonna have to ask yourself a question: "Do I feel Lucky?"
Well, do ya, punk?
Cause you only have two ways to go and they both lead nowhere.
You can take that needle and jam it into your soul and push the plunger in. Watch those BIG WORDS slide all blowtorchy and wild deep into your arm.
Cram all the ecstacy in that your exploding mind can handle.
It only lasts a little while. A little little while. Smaller and smaller are those jolts of pure joy. Longer and longer come the headaches and horrors and blinding lights.
Big WORDS that don't mean much at all.......or......an ordinary life.
small words......a life as big as a desktop calendar....and then you die.
Which will it be for you?