Sep 09, 2004 09:36
I often find it necessarry to think hard thoughts in my brain, and today as i slowly and delicately and seductively lift the spoon dripping with yogurt to my mouth, i suddenly felt moved to need to have to think the thoughts that i think move the world of great thinkers everywhere.
how many children must starve so that i can enjoy a single yogurt cup?
i think none.... but when i pick up that cup and see the name megali, inspector number 122222234549 on the underside, it makes me want to need to have to think.
how old was she? why did she have such a long name... maybe her disgustingly heathen mother was trying to keep up with the changing times.
what kind of toys did she play with... was she blind? if so...what was her favorite colour?
did she have a pet rock?
should i give back that cambodian war criminal i have locked in a bamboo cage in my basement that i've been renting in order to fill the void that was left after my pet parrot pete ate a rare africanized bee and died while still quite young at only 15 years old....
was she born in a hut or out in a rice paddy with all of the other communist babies?....
dropped like luggage on a conveyor belt in an airport.... much like the bag that is her under nourished and thus underdeveloped stomach.
thats the thought that keeps me going
starving children should not eat dairy.
thank you for your compassion.