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Cheese, Or Something Like It by Ray Printer Friendly

Have a happy new year.

Don't get me wrong--I'm not wishing you a happy new year.

It's more like instructional advice.

Midnight, a new day, a new year.

Resolutions, good wishes, they mean nothing, not to me, not right now.

Have a happy new year.

It's up to you.

You're in control. Quit letting your job ruin your day, quit letting life piss on your good mood. Have a happy new year. Not just a day, not just the first of January.

Have a happy new year.

It's up to you.

Does something smell good? Make sure you smell that. Buy flowers for yourself, light candles for yourself, cut wood, burn metal, bake cookies, peel your tires out until they smoke--whatever makes you smell the thing you want to smell, do it.

Listen to pop hits, no matter how ridiculous society deems them, or classic rock , no matter how outdated, or the sound of birds chirping, if you love nature and hate music. Fill your ears with things that make your brain glad.

Look at porn, or at words, or at flashing lights; look at images that make you remember or forget or just make you feel a little more clean about life. Or dirty, if that's your thing.

Have a happy new year.

It's up to you, because no one else can do it for you. Face the world and smile or frown or cry, whatever emotion you want, because this is all you, this is your day, just like tomorrow will be, and the day after, and the day after that.

They're all yours, each and every day, and you can do whatever you want with them. Smile or don't, the camera flashes either way, and the day is captured, and the day is lost, no matter how you feel about it.

Say whatever you want, but make sure it's what you want to say.


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