Run On

so i notice there's stuff everywhere i look a guy wants to make stuff with his hands and he's a poor man, and a band wants to make it big and play a stadium in Tampa or Milwaukee and they're poor people and a man i know makes more than them all and he's not any richer cause he's got a divorce but at least he's got a fat bank account and he's got dreams just like the others, but they don't see it that way cause they don't have the fat bank account and i think in certain moments of reticence and pensiveness and that means i'm probably drinking coffee, and probably smoking a cigarette and all and i think we're all poor someway or other and we all have to get up in the morning and shuffle around in our mortal coils and dream that we're somewhere else doing something else to someone else, and i have this friend that bought me a QP w/ C when i was broke and i have a dad that gives me more money than i need if i ask him and i have a mother that loved me when i was unlovable like i can be when i get reticent and pensive and i think that i might be the richest man alive, but it doesn't mean that i don't have to get up in the morning and shuffle around in my mortal coil and sit in my coffee shops and dream that i'm sonewhere else doing something else to someone else because mostly life is about doing things to other people and that might mean that the rich man fucks

the band over or maybe he cuts them a break and maybe they flip him off and either way it's the same difference because he's doing something and they're doing something and that's what we do when we're not dreaming about something else and somewhere else and someone else and i might be dying of AIDS or i might be dying of lung cancer and there are a lot of things that might be happening in Times Square and there are many things that they might be thinking in the sacred parts of those that i love who in turn love others who in turn love others who in turn love others and most of the time the girl in the corner finds this very overwhelming and she cries and when people ask her why she's crying she generally looks at them like they're crazy and when i ask her why she's crying i start crying too and there's people in China that eat rice and worship God and get up in the morning and shuffle around in their mortal coils or walk purposefully around in their mortal coils and dream about being here or Mars or Hawaii or Fiji or somewhere with Michael Jackson or someone like me or the girl in the corner and i'm laughing now because they can't tell me that and i can't tell them that and so i dream stuff and i notice there's stuff around me and this makes me think that it might just be the trick of being and the people in the other

corner are talking and he's leaning close to her ear and saying something and there are many corners here and that's OK and it's all right to live in a corner sometimes and it's all right to take a can of spray paint and make slashes on your truck and you could probably do it to someone else's truck but they probably would take issue with your doing so and this would lead to somebody doing something to somebody else and i know a girl that broke my heart and i wonder what she's doing right now and how the air she's breathing tastes and if she ever thinks this way about me and mostly i don't think she does because that's the way i think mostly

and if i thought there was something besides love that matters in this chaotic matrix of feeling and hurt and pain and suffering and hardship and trial and ambiguous indifference, i probably wouldn't be here in this chair saying these things to no one in particular and writing and writing and observing and feeling and taking an enormous drag off the ever-burning joint of being and that doesn't mean that i don't have to get up tomorrow and wish for something else