dumpster diving
my home is small crowded and messy. full of years of indecision piled up into dirty mountains of clothes. i took out the trash to the dumptster but first i took off my flamboyant flowered top so as not to cause any unneeded attention from neighbors. my television doesnt work and it has a coating of dust and the words no trabajo spelled out across the screen. It really does take me a lot of little details to work myself into what it is that is on my mind. I was happy to see a girl at work fly off her rocker a little bit more than usual. I like to see some anger actually expressed in a healthy in your face way. And once the truth is out their people gasp and apoligize for what has been apparent all along. And so we make people think they should be medicated for these bits of outrage or anger and I say thankyou to her for keeping me from feeling unwell. It is hilarious to see people think they are challenging the norm on a regular basis with a mundane shock value you can find on an mtv video or in high schools across the states. I start to see a change when something a little different surfaces, when the relationship between people is more personal, when we no longer strive for what is appropriate. And I know we could build each other up all day for being a little different but what I want to see is a little bit of change in groups outside of our own.