#06. FLOSS MORE!
or "Your Dentist Will Thank Me"
Cavity central, my holiday hooligans!~*
Today’s horror story headline goes a little something like, “I Went to the Dentist Twice and They Still Didn’t Fix My Toothache.” As the dental world progresses, I bring an update straight from the front lines that they now make those Saw-esque gum scrapers electric. Similiar to the toothbrush-style, but instead made of sharp, pulsating metal taken essentially to the most intimate parts of your skull.
While all you hardcore BABES this one’s for you, it’s all a most unfortunate development pour moi given how much I love toffee and pancakes and that this whole operation runs on pixie sticks. Who said human torture was a thing of the past? Here to remind you it is ALIVE AND WELL, fresh to breath at the dentist for all of us switches to voluntarily sumbit to twice a year as a to sure fire way to clean up our act.
No revenues received for *this* root canal, I’m just incredibly partial to Marvis toothpaste and, open to debate, but I’m fairly sure it’s just a $12 tube of Italian sugar. Besides the fact that it sometimes hurts this ^ongoing^ cavity to brush with, it’s totally fine because it feels haute and artsy and really elevates my routine like a good toothpaste should (???). Since you’re not asking, I recommend the Aquatic Mint. The distinct seaweed flavor will come to grow on you, I promise.
Moving onto less forgettable (traumatic) matters, it is our first very drippy, sticky ice-cream-concept of the day– *Why It Pays To Be Sweeter!* Not particularly a milkshake that requires mental backflips, this one happens to be a classic malt.
During these dark Gingerbread days, it’s become too easy in this forest to get away with coasting on licorice. Heck, they even have a Marvis for that too. But from the honey of this Midwestern beehive all the way out to your beaches and bays, I’m here to tell you, coasting doesn’t cut it in a flood and the taste of licorice, is *acquired*. RIPLEY’S! These are simple unpoetic facts I refuse to dress up for you, early birds.
The real 21+ $5 holler of it all is. . . it’s only the melt-in-your-mouth that will do. BIODEGRADABLE! Be more like the truffle you are, cover the boat in mushroom velvet and dissolve into it more often. Sink into the sugars of time. You know what I mean?! Find that little groove in your teeth and FLOSS IT. Really you only need to get paid once if it’s a big check and you didn’t sleep through the pre-req class on the not-so-magic that is the art of compound investing (no touching!)
Straight from the canopy through the trees of this forest, the squawk of it all reveberates against the HEADLINE. There is nothing that pays better than the snap of a reaction, I swear. Cultural currency! No branches broken, the ice cream of the float falls to the shock of the strip, and no I don’t mean the kind only for fans, desperados. I’m talking about that “Je ne sais quoi” that tends to be pulled off only by our favorite Parisians and graphic masterpieces.
As this turbulent timeline makes it’s way to the edge of rotation, the buzz of the sleeping bees is the IT-factor is all about the awareness, daaaahhhlingg. You want it? Well open UP. This little X box involves *BREAK* slowing down and weaving through the crowd to find your classic. Original incident style! Knowing the unknown is the *aspiration* here, and we’re all about getting down to the basement of things. Internalization!
THE CHANNEL is . . . Whether you’ve grown up a Hot Fuss or a King Babe, these days it’s more about stripping back to yourself. So slip off that Saint Laurent and step away from the mirror. Put that sick ride in park and take a trip down nostalgia avenue (you won’t go down the same way you came up!) then come more to terms with the ~snags~ of your youth. Those chords don’t tune themselves, aha.
I am nothing like a trained psychologist (ALL I KNOW IS NUMBERS BBY 🥀 ) but I did once browse a brochure on Jung. So not to say I’m a conscious expert, but come to find there’s always more room to sit with ourselves in states that help us unwind. Of course, joys and pearls, these are the exact edgy states that teeter on the brink of uncertainty, where everything is bound to fall apart. But that’s not exactly the pointe, is it now? Ballet~*
Rather than innovate around efficiency, why don't we innovate around inefficiency?
Innovation around inefficiency is true disruption after all
Inefficiency is the slack between the lines.
It's anonymous and not widely accessible,
yet exists hidden in plain sight.It's the context and the behavior that indicates the action and enjoyment
Aesthetics and function are equals
Art and nature is true luxury
The rest is a simulated escape
Where the globe is always warming and our memories of marshes, receeding,
All eyes on the present,
LA
