I’m a squirrel, I really dig peanut butter. You don’t need to be a squirrel to have a thing for certain things. Sometimes, our desire drowns out good sense, reality, temperature, sound and any other external nonsense… leaving you and the space between you and that which you desire. That’s how me and peanut butter are.
In order to keep it real, it is wide to fit your good sense with some sort of amplification device. A megaphone, microphone, ET phone home… anything. Anything that will get your attention when your attention is attending something you shouldn’t be devoting too much attention to. I don’t know how you would do it, but you need to do it. I just have the ideas, I have no clue how to put them into motion. I am here for you to read and interpret in your own image.
That being said, I really need to clean myself up. I look like an army of peanuts attacked me with, well… peanut butter. I avoided using Frank’s computer, iPhone and laptop to do put this together for you wonderful disciples of squirrelosophy. But, he’s gonna be real. REAL mad when he tries to play Angry Birds on his iPad. No one ever said starting a movement would be peanut butter free.
Really… I don’t think ANYONE has ever said that.
