12-25-2012, 01:02 PM
Yeah, I saw her again alright. And that white dog she hangs around with. On Christmas. Right there. In that spot. Poised to leap into the ocean and create some steam.
Hey, I've met the Ice Goddess now, honey. And she looks DOWN ON YOU FROM 10,000 FEET ABOVE. Oh, who am I fooling....they come mostly to see you, and not her, because of your awesome destructive power. I keep telling them that ice would suffice to destroy the world, but they don't listen. And maybe for good reason. She can suck your breath out and make you giddy but I think she might be-- how shall I put this?-- extinct. Just a whole lot of swirlin' going on. Whoosh. Brrr....hey, I made you cold. Am I not awesome? Look at me. I'm a goddess. Huff, puff, gonna suck your wind out and make you act silly.
But only you can turn a man into a pig and then roast him at 2,000 degrees.
I should never have left the house today.
Anyway, getting out to the lava is no big deal. I do respect the Kalapana property owners but I think I have an appreciation for the complex system of permissions here. I took the unusual step, for me, of invoking the power of the island. You see, there is a rose in Spanish Harlem. I came bearing gifts and requesting permission in a subtle way. Instant implied easement. Ke ala i Pele was lit. Like a Christmas Tree. The one she will never see.
Hey, I've met the Ice Goddess now, honey. And she looks DOWN ON YOU FROM 10,000 FEET ABOVE. Oh, who am I fooling....they come mostly to see you, and not her, because of your awesome destructive power. I keep telling them that ice would suffice to destroy the world, but they don't listen. And maybe for good reason. She can suck your breath out and make you giddy but I think she might be-- how shall I put this?-- extinct. Just a whole lot of swirlin' going on. Whoosh. Brrr....hey, I made you cold. Am I not awesome? Look at me. I'm a goddess. Huff, puff, gonna suck your wind out and make you act silly.
But only you can turn a man into a pig and then roast him at 2,000 degrees.
I should never have left the house today.
Anyway, getting out to the lava is no big deal. I do respect the Kalapana property owners but I think I have an appreciation for the complex system of permissions here. I took the unusual step, for me, of invoking the power of the island. You see, there is a rose in Spanish Harlem. I came bearing gifts and requesting permission in a subtle way. Instant implied easement. Ke ala i Pele was lit. Like a Christmas Tree. The one she will never see.