this is where we look for things
6.13.01 - 4:04
if you were not the only person to ever see this train as a worm and these swarms of people as ants then what does that prove. if you see it in print but after you have already seen it in your mind you may either think, my god, i am unoriginal, or you may think, oh, i am highly perceptive and i have chosen a viable metaphor as is evidenced by the use of it by another person, yes. it's true. but you are still thinking, i am unoriginal, oh, what to do, my thoughts are in another person's mind, but you know why you're not too upset about this, because you know the gauzy texture of original and it's not that important or true. you know what i'm saying. the important, true thing is the number of quarters in the stack on the bookshelf or the expired meter after 7 pm.
when you decided it would be a good idea to sit in the middle of the room and draw attention to yourself, i said fine. no, that's not true. i said nothing, because is it really any of my business what you choose to do in the middle of the room? and you would pose hypotheticals, you would ask me how i would react in a million what-ifs that would never happen and i would say this, i have a finite amount of brain power, i can't waste it on these sorts of useless thought processes. oh, the look in your eyes and you said, they aren't useless, took it like a personal affront. i didn't say anything about you, ok. you can go around screaming 'jesus christ' all day long but if he doesn't mean anything to you you're not even swearing. oh, but they will disagree, i guarantee that. there are no atheists in foxholes, they say, but the truth is that there were, so there.
and we're so stuck on 15. 15 is the number of the day. if you add the digits you get 6. and if you factor that you get 2 and 3. oh, now these numbers are so important. everywhere you look, 2s and 3s! i have 5 (2+3) fingers on each hand. two eyes. two lanes on the road. 1 (3-2) nose. etc, etc, etc. do you see how meaningless this is? yes, you will likely have a nose and fingers and eyes and such if you're lucky but lucky is unrelated to 15 or 6 or 2 or 3 or 5.
this is not a love song. this isn't even a song. and i promise you there isn't any love in it.
they put heaters out on the patio for the cold-blooded creatures who creep into the shadows and eat while the sun sets.
