(no subject)
whilst leaving work tonight, I said bye to crazy Mike who was sitting out front eating the pastries we had just thrown out. He said "be brave buds" which means "seeya"
as I was walking away he screamed to one of the voices "hey Sumpter! THAT's the mac lover in My family!" which I think was a term deming me a friend.
I value the words, and advice of homeless schitzophrenics(sp?) It's like advice from a seperate dimension. Poetry captures a mood or life essence. Mike's advice is poetry in real time.
that's it.
time to consume a pound of plant matter I took from work, then attempt to sleep.
as I was walking away he screamed to one of the voices "hey Sumpter! THAT's the mac lover in My family!" which I think was a term deming me a friend.
I value the words, and advice of homeless schitzophrenics(sp?) It's like advice from a seperate dimension. Poetry captures a mood or life essence. Mike's advice is poetry in real time.
that's it.
time to consume a pound of plant matter I took from work, then attempt to sleep.