Dots are fun. Dots are everything. When you rock them the way they rock you. You know? So rock on, you! Yooou (the De Niro tone).
Dots make one wonder. Hmm, there’s more to you. You are fun. You don’t wear them unless you aaare. So, you’re fun. Let’s hug! And partey! Think about it. You have to be somewhat to wear dots. Once you do, you are exposed! Everyone will know who you are. A party rocker (on the inside, to say the least) and my friend (forever, I hope)! Hey, friend!
The coolest polka dot dress ever. You gotta rock that! The attitude (always), the hair, the movement of your hands, the mani-padi, the shoes, the bag, the glasses. The dress is anything but whatever. It’s allever! It’s somewhat! And when somewhat meets somewhat, it’s love that the entire world is basking in.
Whenever (if ever) you don’t feel that extravagant, wear the dots in one piece of clothing and you’ll pop up – that extravagant is still part of extravagant, newsflash. When you do feel extravagant like there’s no tomorrow, when you are you and you want to just do it, just do it, taste the dots, enjoy the triumph. Pop pop pop.
The coolest polka dot dress ever going to a museum? Just saying. In naked flats, you’ll set the museum on fire! I heard there’s a party over there. A party is wherever you are. A party is wherever you are you. Who would have thought that dots have this power? Maybe it’s all in my head, but think about it the next time you wear a dotted something.
A dotted jumpsuit and – ta-da! – no one can put you in a box. Thinking outside of it is what makes you you. Yooou. Popping out of a box as a surprise, however, makes you wonder. Wonderful.
Ta-da!
I got a feeling we are gonna win… the dots tell you and Chet Faker tells someone in I’m Into You. So many dots in the world and, yet, one dot in particular is all you can think about.
Outside the box. Inside the heart.