throw some change in his cup
i feel so gahdamn good inside. Mae inspires me. Mae. she writes about crazy things going on in her brain. but i've never heard her complain. you get it? i've never heard Mae go, "Poor little ol' me." and i fucking love that. she makes me feel like a child sometimes.
next to her, i imagine myself throwing a fit on the floor of the super market in the cereal isle. EVERYBODY LOOK AT ME! PITY ME! I'M NOT GETTING THE CEREAL I WANTED!!!!
i don't know. i think im on to something. it's nothing revolutionary. just stop clinging on to the bad stuff. don't let the bad stuff define you. just carrying shit around like a hobo...i imagine them like that. whatever bad happened...they put it into a soda can....probing the darkness hauling around their emotional baggage in an old rickety shopping cart.
wouldn't that be something!! i just thought....bums...the people that soceity looks down on....turn away from...what if they were actually holy men and woman? what if they were actually extremely pure people that decided to turn themselves into vessles for our pain? human emotional dumpsters? they dig through your garbage and take some problems with them. you think they're only looking for bottles to recycle, but they're actually taking away some hurt, guilt, or anger?
you wake up in the morning and you feel better...but you don't know why. they ask you sleep on it. sleep on it, yeah! and the a bum will come and look through your garbage and take it. and suddenly you feel fine.
wouldn't that be something?
next to her, i imagine myself throwing a fit on the floor of the super market in the cereal isle. EVERYBODY LOOK AT ME! PITY ME! I'M NOT GETTING THE CEREAL I WANTED!!!!
i don't know. i think im on to something. it's nothing revolutionary. just stop clinging on to the bad stuff. don't let the bad stuff define you. just carrying shit around like a hobo...i imagine them like that. whatever bad happened...they put it into a soda can....probing the darkness hauling around their emotional baggage in an old rickety shopping cart.
wouldn't that be something!! i just thought....bums...the people that soceity looks down on....turn away from...what if they were actually holy men and woman? what if they were actually extremely pure people that decided to turn themselves into vessles for our pain? human emotional dumpsters? they dig through your garbage and take some problems with them. you think they're only looking for bottles to recycle, but they're actually taking away some hurt, guilt, or anger?
you wake up in the morning and you feel better...but you don't know why. they ask you sleep on it. sleep on it, yeah! and the a bum will come and look through your garbage and take it. and suddenly you feel fine.
wouldn't that be something?