comments on the wanted poster in the drugstore...
There was a time when I'd say anything I'd want to, feeling ridiculed of laziness, and stupidity, I've always kept away. I realize something i learned five days ago that substance is less than 5% and that style is all that is important. Because I can be anything I want, even if it is shit. I could say that the good fellow church worked hard for at least one weekend, but they never really seemed to own up to the expectations of the community at large. That when in doubt I used to think about a lizard, calling him out in the middle of the night, begging, but mostly looking for a lost cause. I remember promising cute cousins, people i never really knew that the end of the world would never come, though i still believe it ain't. I could kiss an oak tree, tell her she was great and get a million text messages between now and six months. I'd go out for coffee, watch a man who looks nothing like a man, pander around crying, but not really crying, i didn't think he could anymore. But i was never that guy. so id breakfast in the evening, and try to be intellectual, and the places i was doing so seemed accepting about the whole thing. But whatever right, as long as you're not straightforward, and the kids don't come home before they've gotten into trouble... than who gives a shit. I'm a bunch of words.
