My Email Says theyre looking for me...
But my email is full of shit cause they dont even know who i am...
lets be productive today. lets be abusive today.
lets do something amazing today.
lets tear meat off of cows while they stand grazing in an open field. lets have the farmer chase us around his corn fields, while we try to run faster but its hard to breathe with out cheeks stuffed full of the freshest meat we've ever had and the blood still drips warm off of our lips and down our best church clothes.
tuesdays the new church day, incase you didnt get the memo.
(sorry lost my muse for a second... count to twenty here and ill be back before thats over... promise.)
so theres you. and me. and meat. and blood. and the farmer. (keep that thought all day. itll help you get through it easier. give you that animal edge the business market has been trying to pump into new up coming executives.)
so there i am standing but the garbage can, watching the man in his torn up clothes, dig through the can looking for bottles, and i cant help but ask him the question ive been searching to answer all night long... but i watch him just a little longer to realise maybe he needs more than stupid questions early in the morning... but i asked him any,"excuse me sir, but would you happen to know what an octopus would eat for breakfast?" there was that puzzled look i had been getting all night, but not sitting on the face of man who had nothing to lose nor a care for such foolishness. "Kid, do i look like i know that shit?" I thought that would be the end of that but there came more, "but if i had eight legs, well id have a beer in six of them and two fine ladies in the others." So the meaning of this is, it doesnt matter what you have or dont have but if you think about it long enough, theres always something in nothing and nothing in something.
not really sure when i became scared to cross the street again, but lately everyones been yelling fire and learning to play dead, i dont have these talents, just long lasting batteries. and the traffic keeps coming in the form of all terrain vehicles and emotional left hooks... and theres the guy on the other side gettin his cans...
"I got 15 people tellin me to move, ive got moving on my mind."
and the farmer starts to gain on us, his thin aged legs moving faster and faster in those dusted overalls. the meat starts to slide back to the throat still unchewed and warm, still dribbling down the front of your shirt. this is what people try to get out of sky diving, out of bungee jumping. and its all yours, just for today, the animal carnivore feeling of pride and empowerment, all yours. like a brand new bike when youre eight years old and the street you live on will take you anywhere...
this is all possible... there are farms no far from here. there are farmers still talking about their glory days of football fame, who would still like to show what theyve got, they only need a reason. theres you. and me. with our tuesdays best, neatly hanging in the closet, pressed and ready to go... theres the morning hunger inside that cereal just wont solve today and an even bigger hunger inside to become something more than a face in traffic, something more than a tax id number to the guy in accounting...
mmmm... warm cow...
lets be productive today. lets be abusive today.
lets do something amazing today.
lets tear meat off of cows while they stand grazing in an open field. lets have the farmer chase us around his corn fields, while we try to run faster but its hard to breathe with out cheeks stuffed full of the freshest meat we've ever had and the blood still drips warm off of our lips and down our best church clothes.
tuesdays the new church day, incase you didnt get the memo.
(sorry lost my muse for a second... count to twenty here and ill be back before thats over... promise.)
so theres you. and me. and meat. and blood. and the farmer. (keep that thought all day. itll help you get through it easier. give you that animal edge the business market has been trying to pump into new up coming executives.)
so there i am standing but the garbage can, watching the man in his torn up clothes, dig through the can looking for bottles, and i cant help but ask him the question ive been searching to answer all night long... but i watch him just a little longer to realise maybe he needs more than stupid questions early in the morning... but i asked him any,"excuse me sir, but would you happen to know what an octopus would eat for breakfast?" there was that puzzled look i had been getting all night, but not sitting on the face of man who had nothing to lose nor a care for such foolishness. "Kid, do i look like i know that shit?" I thought that would be the end of that but there came more, "but if i had eight legs, well id have a beer in six of them and two fine ladies in the others." So the meaning of this is, it doesnt matter what you have or dont have but if you think about it long enough, theres always something in nothing and nothing in something.
not really sure when i became scared to cross the street again, but lately everyones been yelling fire and learning to play dead, i dont have these talents, just long lasting batteries. and the traffic keeps coming in the form of all terrain vehicles and emotional left hooks... and theres the guy on the other side gettin his cans...
"I got 15 people tellin me to move, ive got moving on my mind."
and the farmer starts to gain on us, his thin aged legs moving faster and faster in those dusted overalls. the meat starts to slide back to the throat still unchewed and warm, still dribbling down the front of your shirt. this is what people try to get out of sky diving, out of bungee jumping. and its all yours, just for today, the animal carnivore feeling of pride and empowerment, all yours. like a brand new bike when youre eight years old and the street you live on will take you anywhere...
this is all possible... there are farms no far from here. there are farmers still talking about their glory days of football fame, who would still like to show what theyve got, they only need a reason. theres you. and me. with our tuesdays best, neatly hanging in the closet, pressed and ready to go... theres the morning hunger inside that cereal just wont solve today and an even bigger hunger inside to become something more than a face in traffic, something more than a tax id number to the guy in accounting...
mmmm... warm cow...