(Zombie Lips – Jason Levesque)
The day started out badly, he said.
From the outset there was so much rushing, he said, and so little time, that I didn’t get to go to the loo. I hate that, he said. There were 4 young people I had to give a lift to, and they could not muster a word between them. We drove the whole day in near silence. From the time they entered the car I was overwhelmed by the smell of their farts. If the young man beside me spoke to me at all, he said, I thought, Jesus Christ, does he never wash his bloody teeth?
We drove over miles of endless road, he said, stopping off at old settlements and archaeological sites, and we browsed them in the driving rain. You look like a farmer, one man said to him. He said, I am a kind of a farmer. Do you have animals, the other one asked. I do, he said. What kind of animals do you have? Cats, he said. I have cats. I thought you hated cats. I do, he said. I hate cats. I could sell you some of these cows, he said to the other, and he pointed to sheep.
The day went on forever. Freezing wind and rain. He thought more than once of his loo. He did not have any tea to drink and when he ate his sandwiches at lunchtime his bottom teeth came detached. The plate floated around in his mouth. Do you know what that makes you realise, he said, and he said it gave him great comfort. It makes you realise you don’t give a fuck. Let the crazy world spin.
(Artist Unknown)
OM TAT SAT
~anandajyoti
Generally just Being. Nothing in particular, no claims to fame. I like gardening and the sea, nature, art in all forms from poetry to films and everything in between, and being in the company of my family.
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