I would like to live in a world of white. I would just float about on the fluff that comes off a dandelion and maybe sleep on a puffy cloud when I’m tired of spinning in the blinding purity of right or nothingness. Something like righteous nonexistence. Clean sheets. Blank paper. The absence of anything.
Then again I can’t help but be drawn to the sharpie staying power of a decisive black line. The words formed on the paper, the quality of what something actually is or is not with no further debate needed. Here it is! Here is the line! The shapes we’ve determined mean exactly this or that, this is the reality we’re all going to keep to.
Of course what I get is layer upon layer of gray. The smudgy graphite on the too thin paper of a kindergartner learning their letters. Nothing is wrong and nothing is right it's all just trying to figure out what the shapes might mean and trying to avoid tearing. Maybe this… this is almost slate. Nope. Erase that. Try again. Search for understanding of yourself, of others, of any damn thing at all. Ashes and ashes and dust to dust ... the neutral kiss of a girl making love to god while being reamed in the ass by the devil.
June 10, 2010
Awesome... I hate training people at the store because every rule seems to have an exception. "We don't take checks. but person A is okay to, because I have known them forever" blah blah blah. No matter how black and white I wish it to be, we live in a grey world :(
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