I haven’t got the patience to be honest everybody knows that the delicate things are oh so elegant and we that live on planet earth with all the piss and snotty tissues and rusty old cars are not or that maybe if you look past all the piss and pus and rust and snot that somehow you’ll see the elegance in it all but that ain’t so jack they may have the world by the balls now and it’s all falling intoo their lap but let me tell you the worm turns oh yes the worm turns and there ain’t nothing elegant about a worm you ever notice how they stink when they come up out of the gound after a rain and die i wonder why kids find them so fascinating well imagine if a truckload of them all started stinking at once maybe one at a time ain’t so bad they may have their nice cars and big empty cold houses and their shit may run a long long way away from them but they’ll find themselves dipped in it someday just like the rest of us I think the moon must laugh at us and how we see things under a veil we’re just fooling ourselves it’s all shit or going to shit think of those guys in their dirty little villages where the water is fetid and there are dogs pissing in the streets while some people are getting sable coats and jetting to the Cayman Islands for breakfast no wonder they start thinking about blowing things up there’s nothing but messy guts on the isiide of any of us and how about that botox there’s a laugh a disgusting poison that’ll kill you in agony and the rich are fools enough to inject it into their faces so they can walk around looking like corpses well it won’t be long now my friends it’s never really quiet around here they make the place look like a park but I see the guys tumble out of the trucks with their leaf blowers and mowers and edgers and weed whackers and it may be a putting green when they leave but it all comes back in all its unruly life by the same time the next weekdo you suppose the trees think they’re better than the bushes?
