green ball jets

There’s gotta be a word for it.

You know.  It’s kind of — an urge. 

An irrational and slightly wicked, possibly dangerous and incredibly ticklish urge.  

An irresistible feeling to go ahead and do that something you think you know better not to do.

It’s in the same vein as laughing in church or telling an off-color joke at a work function.  But much more — well, naughty.

Like what would happen if I didn’t wear pants to work naughty.  Or how much fun it would be to pinch the CEO’s ass and then push my boss into his line of sight naughty.

Maybe naughty isn’t quite what I’m tryin’ to say now that I think of it —

Hmmm — it’s really more thrill seeking in nature.  Comes from a place deep inside that is perhaps — adventure deprived.

The part of you that doesn’t get out much and really really needs a good pedal to the metal no holds barred joyride.

Think driving hands-free into a blazing miracle wearing nothin but green ball jets. 

This very minute.

Yah, that’s it.

But what’s the word for it?

Author: Julie Ann Stevens

My art flows from the patterns & paths of my lived experience which ⏤ like yours ⏤ are at once deeply personal and entirely universal.

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