so I do this thing... I call it fluttering. It's when I get this surge of passion, adrenaline, and excitement from an idea, the type of idea that breeds more ideas and the words that you speak can't even keep up with the thoughts that are racing impulses in your brain like bunnies reproducing. And so I flutter. I sit up real tall, I begin to speak with my hands in these large flapping gestures bringing hazard upon objects placed in close range, my words pour out and my heart just races away, twitterpated by my latest discovery of ideas.
I want to release a lantern. You know, like you see in movies? The type of event that is only held in a big city, like boston, new york or san francisco... I want one here. A friend of mine told me that he used to go to the craft store and buy tissue paper and dowel rods to make lanterns... they'd fill them with hot air, light them, and release them from a parking deck.
I think it sounds magical. I don't care if I send it soaring into the air, or floating down a stream... but I think it needs to happen.
Anyone care to join me?
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