On the mezzanine in the shadow of select tweets...

A possible continuing series of moments of genius in the utter brevity of 140 characters or less. All tweets featured are mine and can be found & followed @ www.twitter.com/dyecorduroy.

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Adil Salik ‏@dyecorduroy

Number of Foo Fighters songs that end with 'You" = 6 Best of You, Walking After You, See You, Lonely as You, How I Miss You, Tired of You

12:27 PM - 11 Feb 13 · Details

 

 Adil Salik ‏@dyecorduroy

'Twidiots' - n. Idiots on twitter p.s. if you are reading this, it's possibly you #NewWord

12:32 PM - 11 Feb 13 · Details

 

addendum: Or two idiots. If you say it really fast. 

 

Adil Salik ‏@dyecorduroy

Shoveling snow... the only 'accepted' form of child labor...

2:21 PM - 11 Feb 13 · Details

 

Adil Salik ‏@dyecorduroy

It's all downton from here... #pun #generalbrilliance

11:41 AM - 11 Feb 13 · Details

 

Adil Salik ‏@dyecorduroy

Why is #Osama trending on twitter? Don't people know he died in 2005/2006? Get with the program... #hoax #ANDtheymadeamovie #retards

10:23 AM - 11 Feb 13 · Details

 

Adil Salik ‏@dyecorduroy

Nothing cooler than having your songs compared to the Screaming Trees and Hole #rock #grunge #indie #dyecorduroy

1:05 PM - 7 Feb 13 · Details

 

Adil Salik ‏@dyecorduroy

I brought a gun to a sword-fight... #dyecorduroy

12:10 PM - 4 Feb 13 · Detils

 

 

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Your pipe dream has rusted...

How long will congregations of your past serve as a roadblock to quarantine your utopian dreams? In the midst of all the falling pieces of your sky, what keeps you from etching a new sun and envisioning a new horizon? The best laid plans, layered with familiarity and propped up with what is known today will surely falter and crash into the unknown of what tomorrow brings. Your complacency becomes your inadequacy becomes your failure. Failure to endure and enthrall anew. Failure to challenge and to astonish. It’s uncanny what unchartered spaces of your mind you have kept yourself from in adherence to the limit of your current faculty.

Sideways, not up and up and up. Those who rose from mezzanines of an ordinary skyscraper shiver with the gravity when pulled asunder. They will never get put back together, and even if so, the aesthetics would never be the same. The warranty is void. You stack up floors upon floors of mediocrity. You pile up levels upon levels of the constant buzzing of the most unsightly most ungainly of melodeons.  Your pipe dream has rusted and your tunnel vision has no light. You were never meant to scale up. Sideways. So sideways – new fields, new spaces, new sounds and new faces. In that lies your only provision to pass your weight to the ground and by buoyed back up. The proverbial spring in your step requires cohesion not adhesion. What's risen will be razed by the attrition of time. What's acquired will embrace you. Sideways.