Bubbular Jelly Perspective.

Jelly went profoundly deaf at a metallica concert in rotterdam.
he felt his ears kind of crackle, like a walkie-talkie, then nothing at all.
luckily for him, he'd decided he was over music anyway, especially the new metallica, who suck.
and so he found peace.
the cold dutch-ness of everything was replaced with an insular warmth, the signal coming from
inside jelly's bubble.
everything became soft corners and corn colours, lit from within.
and he missed no sound.
instead he approached everything he came across from an entirely different angle,
appreciating the look, feel, smell, and taste of it all.
he revelled in this new perspective.
he didn't want for his cats miaow. he didn't miss it at all.
but he loved his cats nose on his nose, and watching her stray hairs rise into the air,
drifting away to create other little cats elsewhere.

for some reason, he felt a lot safer, too.
everyone on the street would jump when a car backfired, but not jelly.
he'd be smiling, his big, round face reassuring in its security.
his girlfriend loved the change in him, and it repaired their rocky relationship.
they would hold hands for hours, and jelly would map out every valley and ridge of her palm,
with the lunar lander of his thumb.

sometimes, you find more than you lose.








note: i wrote this before 'St Anger' came out.
The new new Metallica don't suck at all.