Ethan: Well, we made it buddy.
Simon: We did?
Francis: Frashasha! (Plays drums)
Ethan: This is our 300th!
Simon: Oh boy! What’s a 300?
Ethan: We’ve been through a lot together…
Simon: Here’s a sniff back…I was saving that one…
Ethan: it was funny.
Francis: I’m buying you both a jokes book…
Francis: Paaaarty!
Ethan: What?
Francis: Spring Breaks!
Ethan: From what? You don’t DO anything…
Francis: Snax! Naps!
Ethan: Isn’t that what you do everyday?
Francis: Yeah,but we do it harder.
Simon: We have here, the sad poet, in his natural habitat.
Francis: Lost! The wordy words! The alphabits!
Ethan: Guys, I’m literally, right here…
Simon: uh hey dad, so it’s almost natural poetry month.
Ethan: National.
Simon: BananaWrimo!
Ethan: Oh god…that’s novel month and it’s in November.
Francis: You better find your wordy words.
Simon: A poem a day! All Month!
Francis: Or you can paws a poem on stagez! Or memories one.
Ethan: Oh god….I need a drink.
Don’t prepare your anxieties
Spring it on them
The shot of bourbon
The meal
The comedy
The satire
Live your life
Dance
Make out
In the kitchen
Loosen
Breathe
You will live
And we all will die
Create
If you will
Create
Poetry
memory
Create
Or don’t
Don’t even record it
Just do
Just be
In the quietest way
Whatever way
And manner
You feel free
-E
I know you feel like nothing
I know you feel like you’re overwhelmed
On your own
Feel it
You’re doing better than you think you are
Alnitak, is the brightest class 0 star in the sky ….found in Orion’s Belt…
1,262 light years from earth
Your light
Even overwhelmed
Even isolated
Is like this blue super giant
I know you think there are thousands just like you….
But this is you
Keep going
You’re doing better than you think you are
You’re unique
You matter
And when I look across the city
When I look across the room
When I look…
I always see you
I don’t know how not to…
-E
Francis: Hey, hey, hey, Wake up, did you hear the winds?
Ethan: What? Get your paw off my nose.
Francis: what if the powers go out?
Ethan: They won’t.
Francis: What if we run out of snax?
Ethan: we won’t.
Francis: what if it’s aliens?
Ethan: it’s not.
Francis: aren’t you scared?
Ethan: whatever will be will be.
Francis: what about tomorrows?
Ethan: the future is not ours to see.
Francis: ….
Francis: will you sing to me?
Ethan: No.
We ran through
Every midnight pain
We were down
Where
There is no survivors
No one knows
What will
And will not come
Maybe it’s fate
Maybe it’s just
How the fires burn
But babe
Good god babe
No one could ever say
We didn’t walk these roads
We didn’t carry the load
We didn’t fight against
Our destruction
And hey there
Sister
Can you remember
The early morning
The smell of winter
Over this town
And hey there
Babe
I can remember
The smell of your perfume
Your head on my shoulder
Eyes so bright
And even the rain
Doesn’t bother
To fight
What no one knows ….
And
We ran these roads
We took the poison
We took the chances
Some of us left
But someone always comes back
And we pick up
Right where we left off
Both feet on the ground
Keeping rough hands
Dreaming
About what’s never been –
Down
Where the midnight fire is …
The whiskey is smoother
And the women are stronger
And they kiss with a fire
We wake up with the morning
Building a dream
In the heart of this town….
-E
Simon: Hey dad! Thanks for doing a good job at job! You’re a great hunter! Best buds for life!
Francis: your profession is a joke and you disappoint me. Now, hit me with a snax.
Francis: Waiter, Scritch my foreheads. Do we have a menu for snax?
Ethan: Hey, where’s your brother ?
Simon: Beats me…
Ethan: Use your nose…
Simon: Someone’s making hamburgers….
