I was humming/’mind-singing to myself some random tunes as usual in the shower.

And Green Day came along. “… to live/ and not to breathe/ is to die/ in tragedy…” Jesus of Suburbia. I liked that song from them.

And it occurred to me. The lyrics just popped out of the context and the ‘dividers’ caved in and formed a sentence. To live and not to breathe is to die in tragedy. Aha, something supernatural.

This happens to me semi-often. But I haven’t had one for a while.

Another clause that I had consciously tried to decipher in that same song was: “Home is where your heart is but what a shame ’cause everyone’s heart doesn’t beat the same.” It sounds so perfect— along with the melody and beats and the way Armstrong sings it.

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