who decided?

why is the sky blue?

once in a young while i sit and let my mind wander. i sit in church and listen to the pastor pouring out words of damnation if we don't tow the line...then my mind shifts.

i want to stand up and shout...or maybe sing. what would happen if i one day just stood up in the middle of his message to humanity and shouted b******t? what?

or i'm walking in tao and i see a cop. i have this urge to walk up to hm and pretend i have a gun in my pocket. ata-do?

ama when "the bucks" is giving a speech i'm always tempted to walk up to him and just see how far i can get. ("the bucks" is our president) i just feel like challenging the norm. i mean, si i can walk up there to him? and why not?

so who decided, we can only walk on two feet. i mean, what would be wrong if i crawled all over town? well, i'd take long to do it but...who decided?

tell me.

ever sat down and wondered why everything is as is? i have. that's why i'm here on this couch. which begs the question, who decided i need to sit on a couch to feel healed? some dude in the 18 hundreds or early 19 hundreds?

who said day was day? and who decided night was night? if some sane person woke up and said day was night who would refuse? what's ur argument your honour?

who can prove i'm a boy? okay, i have a, what's that guy called, yeah, dick jones. i have a d**k. but who decided?

or who says blue isn't red? dust isn't water? what's water? why isn't it land? why? who decided?

dear couch, who called you a couch? why not donald or a bed? why a couch?

am i really alive? maybe i'm dreaming. a very long dream.

who knows?

de javu?

dear couch,

i leave.