I am a leaper

I was just talking about jumping two days ago. Not too far from me there is a "jumping bridge" where mostly young folks flail themselves off the bridge into the water like god intended. As we are not in the young category anymore we were simply talking about it, but I declared that I really want to go and it was time to do some JUMPING. I LOVE jumping. It totally satiates the spazzy Tigger quality deep in my innards.

Now that I feel that I have fully delved into the human adulthood game while living on a totally insane planet in its current (albeit swiftly changing) epoch i am totally ready to drop all these outdated sheaths of identities and conditioning to start jumping and leaping again, naked as a jaybird. Actually, when I wrote that I put naked as a jailbird. And I thought, shit that doesn't sound good at all, nor make any sense. It turns out that Google concurred and it is Jaybird! I don't know what a jaybird is either but it seems far better than a jailbird because that kind of takes all the fun out of the whole jumping thing. So thank goodness it was not that.

Ok, so jumping. Anyway, I don't know what I was talking about anymore. But it is time to jump and leap and play and perhaps take off some clothes while in mid air, I am not sure anymore. But footloose and fancy free is the call of the day, and I for one am ready to jump motherfucker, jump!!!