Tim Tharp

When you__e with a girl, it__ always best to act like you__e an old hand at everything__ot to impress her, but just to make sure she feels safe.

We__e toasting the chlorophyll rising in our bodies, catching the energy from the universe. Nobody__ ever been young like we are right at this moment.

Her voice is so soft. If it were a food item, it__ be a marshmallow.

I open my arms wide and let the wind flow over me. I love the universe and the universe loves me. That__ the one-two punch right there, wanting to love and wanting to be loved. Everything else is pure idiocy__hiny fancy outfits, Geech-green Cadillacs, sixty-dollar haircuts, schlock radio, celebrity-rehab idiots, and most of all, the atomic vampires with their de-soul-inators, and flag-draped coffins. Goodbye to all that, I say. And goodbye to Mr. Asterhole and the Red Death of algebra and to the likes of Geech and Keeeevin. Goodbye to Mom__ rented tan and my sister__ chargecard boobs. Goodbye to Dad for the second and last time. Goodbye to black spells and jagged hangovers, divorces, and Fort Worth nightmares. To high school and Bob Lewis and once-upon-a-time Ricky. Goodbye to the future and the past and, most of all, to Aimee and Cassidy and all the other girls who came and went and came and went. Goodbye. Goodbye. I can__ feel you anymore. The night is almost too beautifully pure for my soul to contain. I walk with my arms spread open under the big fat moon. Heroic __eeds rise up from the cracks in the sidewalk, and the colored lights of the Hawaiian Breeze ignite the broken glass in the gutter. Goodbye, I say, goodbye, as I disappear little by little into the middle of the middle of my own spectacular now

That's how it is with legends. The greater they sound, the more must've got left out.

You have to stop thinking that way. Don't worry about who has the power in the relationship all the time. If you make her happy, then that's the biggest power you can have.

Life is spectacular. Forget the dark things. Take a drink and let time wash them away to where ever time washes away to.

Have you ever started to wave at someone and then realized they weren__ really waving at you, so you abort and go for a head scratch instead? That__ how I felt.

They've drummed the miraculous out of you, but you don't want it to be like that. You want the miraculous. You want everything to still be new.

This stage in the life of the buzz is truly fabulous. It's not even a buzz anymore. It's a roar. The world opens up and everything's yours right there, right now. You've probably heard the expression -- All good things must come to an end. Well, this stage in the life of the buzz never heard anything close to that. This stage says, "I will never end. I am indestructible. I will last fabulously forever." And of course, you believe it. To hell with tomorrow. To hell with all problems and barriers. Nothing matters but the Spectacular Now.

Goodbye. Goodbye. I can't feel you anymore. The night is almost too beautifully pure for my soul to contain. I walk with my arms spread open under the big fat moon. Heroic weeds rise up from the cracks in the sidewalk, and the colored lights of the Hawaiian Breeze ignite the broken glass in the gutter. Goodbye, I say, goodbye, as I disappear little by little into the middle of the middle of my own spectacular now.

That__ what the prom is__t. Patrick__ Day for the young.

We__e not the Faster-than-the-Speed-of-Light Generation anymore. We__e not even the Next-New-Thing Generation. We__e the Soon-to-Be-Obsolete Kids, and we__e crowded in here to hide from the future and the past. We know what__ up _ the future looms straight ahead like a black wrought-iron gate and the past is charging after us like a badass Doberman, only this one doesn__ have any letup in him.

You get to be about eleven or twelve and everything's old hat. They've drummed the miraculous out of you, but you don't want it to be like that. You want the miraculous. You want everything to still be new.

The best thing about now, is that there's another one tomorrow.

who cares about all the problems and barriers, nothing matters but the Spectacular Now.