You Can't Look It Up In A Th-thaw-thsis (thesaurus.)
It's An Experience.
Unique.
Like A Warnicorn.
It's A State Of Mind That Makes You Invulnerable,
The Sharpest Teeth Of The Meanest Dog Can't Harm You.
It's Style,
Like Miami-Vice In Winter.
It's The Baller Lifestyle,
Throwing Out Big Money At The Bowery,
Drinking, Eating, Living Life To The Fullest.
What It Means Isn't Describable In Words,
What It Feels Like Is Expressed Simply In Happiness,
And Laughter.
It Is A Moment In History That Can't Be Repeated.
It Is A Growth Of Character.
A Definition Of Spirit That Can Only Be Shared,
As Four Jumps Over Five And Straight On ‘Till Morning.
It Starts As Something Small,
Almost Becomes Something BIG.
A Bang.
Then It Is Something Big, Dropping Too Low For Comfort.
It Is The Sharing Of Food And Wine And Stories.
It Is The VIP Experience At The Finest Jazz Clubs In NYC.
Cab Rides, Subway Trips, Beautiful Girls.
The Experience Is Waking Up Too Early To Fill Out Forms,
Lying To The Government Because,
Really,
Why Does It Matter?
What It Does Is Make A Reservation Never Made The Best Mistake Possible.
It Takes Friends, Family, Old Loves And New And Thrusts Them Into Camaraderie.
What It Can Do Is Make Sharing A Poem A Breathtaking Moment.
It Makes Saying "Thank You,"
More Than An Expression,
It Makes It A Hand Trembling, Voice Wavering, Admission Of Love.
There Is No Way To Describe It Without Including The Unincludeable.
It Offers The Impossible As A Guarantee.
It Makes A Pronunciation Of A Common Word A Little More Complicated,
Fire Truck (Fuck Russell.)
It Is Taking A Nap.
Two Naps.
Too Many Naps.
It Is A Perfect Argument Against Peeping Toms Perverting Perfect Moments,
Champagne From The Bottle,
Waking Up To A Knock,
Or A Phone Call,
Confused, But Excited,
Preparing You For Another Remarkable,
Unbelievable Day.
It Is The Coming Together Of A Group,
Traveling Perfectly,
Enjoying Life Fully,
Embracing Laughter Bodily.
It Is Nothing More,
And Nothing Less,
Than Something That Is What It Is.
Not "A,"
But "The,"
Quadrafecta.
It's An Experience.
Unique.
Like A Warnicorn.
It's A State Of Mind That Makes You Invulnerable,
The Sharpest Teeth Of The Meanest Dog Can't Harm You.
It's Style,
Like Miami-Vice In Winter.
It's The Baller Lifestyle,
Throwing Out Big Money At The Bowery,
Drinking, Eating, Living Life To The Fullest.
What It Means Isn't Describable In Words,
What It Feels Like Is Expressed Simply In Happiness,
And Laughter.
It Is A Moment In History That Can't Be Repeated.
It Is A Growth Of Character.
A Definition Of Spirit That Can Only Be Shared,
As Four Jumps Over Five And Straight On ‘Till Morning.
It Starts As Something Small,
Almost Becomes Something BIG.
A Bang.
Then It Is Something Big, Dropping Too Low For Comfort.
It Is The Sharing Of Food And Wine And Stories.
It Is The VIP Experience At The Finest Jazz Clubs In NYC.
Cab Rides, Subway Trips, Beautiful Girls.
The Experience Is Waking Up Too Early To Fill Out Forms,
Lying To The Government Because,
Really,
Why Does It Matter?
What It Does Is Make A Reservation Never Made The Best Mistake Possible.
It Takes Friends, Family, Old Loves And New And Thrusts Them Into Camaraderie.
What It Can Do Is Make Sharing A Poem A Breathtaking Moment.
It Makes Saying "Thank You,"
More Than An Expression,
It Makes It A Hand Trembling, Voice Wavering, Admission Of Love.
There Is No Way To Describe It Without Including The Unincludeable.
It Offers The Impossible As A Guarantee.
It Makes A Pronunciation Of A Common Word A Little More Complicated,
Fire Truck (Fuck Russell.)
It Is Taking A Nap.
Two Naps.
Too Many Naps.
It Is A Perfect Argument Against Peeping Toms Perverting Perfect Moments,
Champagne From The Bottle,
Waking Up To A Knock,
Or A Phone Call,
Confused, But Excited,
Preparing You For Another Remarkable,
Unbelievable Day.
It Is The Coming Together Of A Group,
Traveling Perfectly,
Enjoying Life Fully,
Embracing Laughter Bodily.
It Is Nothing More,
And Nothing Less,
Than Something That Is What It Is.
Not "A,"
But "The,"
Quadrafecta.
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