Friday, September 9, 2011

Fist pump, Push ups, Chapstick

There was Dante.  And Longfellow.  And Neruda.  

Haunting images. Beautiful words.  Surprising metaphors. 

But them of quite capture the nuances of the modern world, like a one, Mr. Pauly D.  
An accidental poet in a league of his very own. 

I would argue that the Hitchhiker's Guide got it wrong.
42 is not the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, everything.
But rather, Fist pump, push ups, chapstick answers it all.
All you need is FPC.

1 comment:

  1. Now Dfest, you know I don't watch that foolishness that is the Jersey Shore. However, I did catch the odd chant about chapstick (eww mineral oil you ingest!) and your boy, Pauly D's new hair courtesy of that one that is not Snooki. Ba-nanas.

    Speaking of bananas, I hope you are tuning into Rachel Zoe! xo