hambubger
Cheap. Like a loss for words...like "I'm sorry" when a lifetime of attention is worth giving. The apology after the fact. Cheap words come with 20/20 hindsight
That old woman reading a gossip magazine tossing breadcrumbs to pattering pigeons. She sits on the park bench...idly giving bread to the needy reading about the exploits of supermodels and b-list actors. Pigeons scramble to scoop up the pieces of her loaf.
A spark, a flame...energy that supplies the willingness to keep going. Something to stick your feelings into..make sure the switch is set...and let your demons flow through the walls, electrifying your surroundings. Breathe sparks of energetic evidence lightning flows as your worries disappear
A seasoning...giving flavor to a bland piece of barely cooked poultry. A wisened old man with the answers to everything and the solutions to nothing. Flavoring life with a spice to trick people into believing that life is not as bland as that chicken you forgot to take out of the oven. Spicy
I think I just wrote an entire paragraph on suicide and then it didn't work...and then I said "I'm depressed" Sort of ironic for the word "suicide"....would I kill myself about the fact that people couldn't read my thoughts? Selfish. But suicide is selfish...so why not do it for the most mundane reason?
I just watched a video of a Russian soldier being beheaded. Suicide now seems somewhat ridiculous. Suicide is an action for the privileged and the bored...I wonder how many suicides occur in those in truly desperate situations. Although...I don't actually have any fucking idea what I'm talking about. Who does.
Twisting and pulling away from something that wants to be loose. Tightness never solved anything. I picked up the tool and looked at it and wondered why it ever needed to be used. The possibility of fluidity and looseness in the world should not be undermined. Wrenches are for the tight and the weak.