I am committed to the ridiculous. It must be so. There is no life without the ridiculous loaf.
Crossed legged on a tree trunk, hair spikes, singing Daft Punk, and bravery to debunk the rule of the mundane.
I salute you, wings out, flying. I blaze the trail. There is no life without the ridiculous hail.
Sipping wine with cheesecake, ridiculous in half bake, and willingness to pull stakes where normal limits claim.
I lift you up in honor. I wave and bow. There is no life without ridiculous now.
Define it how you want to, we all know you’re going to. For the record DO YOU. We need your outrageous flame.
With love, T.
