Monday, November 30, 2009

They told me that the louder you apologize,
the more sincere it is.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

She was thick, but straightforward
with her order.
It better be right.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Its not really as complicated as the
people selling the products would like you to believe.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Trying to figure out a use for everything.
Really, nothing should be thrown away.
Now, again, I ain't no green guy,
I just think that if one takes the time
they could find a taker and/or a use for all things.
Its time consuming, isn't it?
There needs to be a convenient,
universal place to put these things.
A free market.
A big ole piece of community land
where we could put things for others to take.
like the meridian between the sidewalk and the street.

Might just turn into a land fill.

Next life.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

I just say you can take your smart
and go home.

Don't need that shit.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Some of us feel compelled to hug.
It is nice, but do you always mean it?
Like a high five or a chest slam?

I don't think so.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

He was determined to only
use portapottys for the
rest of his life.
Some sort of art thing.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Monday, November 9, 2009

Do cans dissolve?

Can we develop a seed that
grows in cement?

And asphalt?

I am beautiful.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Watching some people become
more important than they are.
Its enlightening.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Thursday, November 5, 2009

I am learning to float.
I have the exercises and I've assured
myself that it will take some time,
but thats OK.
I look forward to the day.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Monday, November 2, 2009

All those odd things it takes
to complete ones spirituality.
Its hard to keep track of.
We tend to accumulated more of it in
order to please those closer to the top.

The results are always the same.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Things left behind can tell quite the story,
but to bring it home to analyze,
could be seen as hoarding.
Some people call it trash.