It Hurts

The pants are jabbing into my gut leaving those endentions that proves that the chub runneth over... the cheese cake was pretty good-you know... and the pizza had spinach on it with a thick home made crust and the thought of ice cream enters the brain.  Ohhh planning out the next culinary glut... should I make some cookies? the kind with oatmeal and chocolate chips// am I a woman the chocolate ebbs and flows though my veins //the nasty donut holes at the gas station and an Aldi's madagaskar chocolate bar then yet another donut but this time with the filling.  I feel the sugar crash Now I suppliment with caffeine-oh it seems so right--a small dallup of cream and a squeeze of honey.    coffee the color of paradise 
The swollen mildly glutten intolerate tummy and thick thigh of womanly girth you prove fine in this rainy night air.

The brain hurts and the mucus gland are rockin'

The digestive adventure begins (just glad I managed to avoid the pork products)    

Some Beautiful Shit Be happenin"

The real champions of the economy have been out propagating around town.  I have seen the idols of my past that should have been vividly described in all fifth-grade essays.  I found my self as a fresh 12 year old unable to choose an ample person to look up to and write about when presented the daunting task of writing about my idol in 5 paragraph form.  I always chose Abraham Lincoln because he wasn't a racist and thought of the poor. The excitement of actually seeing the people I should have been writing about is overwhelming!  It was kind-of like seeing a famous person-if you are into that.

specimen# 1....Man riding his bike. This champion of nature was hauling up a hill faster than the Tour De France. The sheer power in his legs is enough to put him on the idol list.  But this man had a driven economic purpose.  He was hauling two huge bags of crushed aluminum cans.  I am not sure how he had them fixed to his body, but it was masterfully placed.  There was very little bobbing and shaking.  This man had the ingenuity and power to collect, crush and transport some prime recycling.  This man should be employed by the city to beautiful and repurpose the trash of the less ideal.

specimen# 2 ...Woman looking good.  She was outside the Del-Taco.  She was wearing a green pastel printed tee-shirt.  This woman was giving out free performance art of the most joyful kind.  Not the type of situation where you feel traped and obligated to participate with horrible undertones of pretension.  There was no thin white guy trying to make you clap or sing akwardly for the purpose of his own self indulgence.  I am talking about pure beautiful joy being belted out at an intersection in a red brick filled city by a sweet taco joint.  This woman had the thighs shaking and and the vocals vibrating.  There were the large style earphones on her head givin' the good guidance.  This is the type of performances that need to be occurring.  The type that make you feel good and a little bit guilty for being in your lame-ass vehicle viewing the world through some tempered glass.

I have more champions of the city that I have seen in the last week feeling the ides of spring.  These folk are the real powerhouse behind America and give me the feeling that maybe the dream isn't dead but has just changed.

 

There seems to be a mouse in the box

The dogs are so depressed that they haven't even requested their first meal.  I have been watching the slow demise of the mouse completely paralyzed by the entire situation.  Such a sweet little creature with gray-brown fur that of course spreads death and eats my dogs' food.  Maybe the dogs know that they are out of food and don't want to pressure me financially. Sweet dogs...You can't buy dog food with food stamps, but you can buy soda and hostess products(which are filled with roaches). What a perfect pairing! Hostess and the poor.  What better way to systematically kill off the impoverished than by encouraging them  to eat high glycemic low nutrient garbage for about 75 cents per waxy roll of doughnuts. delicious

The mouse got out alive/but I am still concerned with the dogs mental state

I am now rejecting the applications to all jobs. So your position posted says you want experience? Ha Ha I reject you! What! you need a designer with my exact qualifications---you know......, maybe you should go fuck yourself.... or maybe do the job yourself... Or you could underpay and over work some other self loathing bastard that subscribes to the work harder get further mentality.

I am going to start sending rejection letters to all jobs that I have an interest in before they can reject me. I will at least regain the two hour span of time it takes just to fill out an application. Are you more critical, understanding, apathetic, gregarious, skinny, white, or do you know someone that works for us already? Which best describes you? How have you directed others when faced with an overwhelming obstacle? How can we best abuse you--given your meager pay and needs to provide food for yourself. You know, You are replaceable...abusable, tolerant, compassionate, creative, thus able to be paid very little.

Well done, you have earned yet another rejection letter--go ahead pry yourself out from under the poverty line. Get that terrible job that won't let you sit down because if you're not in pain you're not worth the eight dollars they are rolling out for ya.