Call and Response

I wanted to respond to Dane's post, as it was inspiring.

Smitty's car, Bittig Road, West Sand Lake, NY, United States, America, Earth, Milky Way Galaxy, Universe...

All I know is that even though I don't remember the specific song, I remember the situation, and I know I remember it because I know there was a song being played by Smitty (who changed my outlook on more or less everything artistic in my life and made me question things, especially musically, thank you, Smitty) that probably made me feel like a speck of dust on a speck of dust on an eyelash on a hair on a forehead on a pillow on a bed on a floor in a house on a hill on an island in the ocean (Atlantic or Pacific...you pick) on the earth in the Milky Way, which hacks a phlegm wad of regurgitated stars on a galaxy 11.7 million light years away with the ease of someone spitting over the railing at their home, and the Milky Way has many hearts and a circulatory system made up of balls of fire and some of them shoot and some of them sit still (to the Earthling eye, at least) and even some were long burned out thousands, maybe millions of years ago, and their rays still shine to earth as age-old candle lights that were blown out on Mr. Milky Way's Billionth birthday and I'm about to turn 24 and what the fuck does that mean, and I am only alive because of the distance of the Sun from the Earth and sun flares cause cancer cells to multiply exponentially and I have sunburn and it pains me to walk into Rite Aid because I've been traveling for 2 days and my legs are tired and I'm hungry and I'm surprised at the size of an ant I see on the asphalt that carries a dead beetle 3 times its mass and meanwhile Mr. Milky Way Galaxy makes a phone call to galaxy NGC 4945 complaining of a stomach ache that he thinks was caused by the Dinosaurs he ate 6.5 million years ago but he can't be sure and at the same time we roll over a bump in the road that was made by an upheaval in the Earth's plates that are nicely nestled below the bone of a dinosaur that was killed when Mr. Milky way sneezed one fateful morning and I look in the rear view mirror and notice a purple pink peach sunset and the sun yawns and goes to sleep on my side of the world and the music dies and at the time it is as tragic as the death of the dinosaurs themselves for they truly were incredible creatures and I always wanted one as a pet but the closest I could ever come was a salamander or turtle from my back yard and they never roared and Mr. Milky Way takes a laxative and feels better. Smitty's car, Bittig Road, West Sand Lake, NY, United States, America, Earth, Milky Way Galaxy, Universe...

Thank you, Dane and Smitty.