It's been a long couple days

.the bags under my eyes become more and more unnatural.
.the conversations that create a sort of cluttered background music at work are less and less important everyday.
.i've said to myself "let someone else deal with it" more times this month than i can remember.

i'm not gunna' do anything drastic tho don't worry.
(this painting's pretty easy on the eyes)

I found another poem that i really like.... and it just so happens to be about life and death. don't get any wrong ideas however, i already told you im not gunna do anything drastic, DON'T WORRY haha. I just really like it, it goes like this:

suppose
Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head. young death sits in a cafe
smiling, a piece of money held between
his thumb and first finger

(i say "will he buy flowers" to you
and "Death is young
life wears velour trousers
life totters, life has a beard" i

say to you who are silent.--"Do you see
Life? he is there and here,
or that, or this
or nothing or an old man 3 thirds
asleep, on his head
flowers, always crying
to nobody something about les
roses les bluets
yes,
will He buy?
Les belles bottes--oh hear
, pas chères")

and my love slowly answered I think so. But
I think I see someone else

there is a lady, whose name is Afterwards
she is sitting beside young death, is slender;
likes flowers.

-E.E. Cummings.
1925

Do you get it?...ahhh its beautiful. I still don't fully comprehend exactly what he's gettin' at. I feel like this is something Lupe would write a song about haha. Well, hope you enjoyed it as much as i did. And if not, well then refer to line 4.


Peace, Love and Prohibition