so what if i like to get stoned and listen to sophie b. hawkins?

my life the last few days. holy. tuna.
everything is renewing, or something.
coming full circle. for example,
last march i gave an inordinate sum of money to a woman
on a street corner
i'm a lawyer in toronto
i can pay you back double. i saw her again.
she did it again. and i almost told her
in that case, lady, you still owe me a hundred and twenty bucks,
but then i decided it wasn't my scrap to pick
and left it for the pumice.
i've been having a lot of those revelations lately.
like, what is my place in the universe revelations.
and mostly i guess that's just a mass burned heap of all these small ones
like how this year i've started grocery shopping on sundays
because sundays depress me
and i've taken to eating my pain
or
how maybe people only call things cheesy because the subject matter at hand is a dangling carrot, it's closer to a truth we can't always decipher because the ballast of the divine archetype
is cynicism. counterweights on the shifting scale.
and if we can't have it, it's dumb anyway.
right? isn't that how this works?
the tarot has started making unprecedented amounts of sense.
what do they call those things.
breakthroughs. glaciers
exploding. something is
happening and, i don't know.
i'm smirking a lot.
smirk smirk smuuuuuuurrrk
heh heh heh
hee hee hee
HAW HAW HAW
mmmMREEEEAGGH
cat smells
tuna. and cat
WANTS IT