They say it's greed that does it

Others say that some things have to be deleted so that more will grow. I’m chewing on society’s tongue for the moment, listening into the masticating taste all that is around me, on the eve of what some people say is a new year, but there’s no science to prove it, just a belief in a certain counting system.

I had a pet steer called Bobby at the commune, when I was a tacker. He had to be cut up and eaten, because he was considered useless. But I liked him. He was a cute boofy ginger friend. Bobby’s stomach was buried under the passion-fruit vine and that thing grew huge and full of fruit. Then one day a pompous gardener said that passionfruit vines need to be pruned. So, we pruned it and the mammoth plant died.

It’s an old story. Guess I’ll bury it now. And let the parallels grow.

They also say that you shouldn’t give yourself away. That you shouldn’t give too much. And that you should recycle your piss and shit. But I live in the city now and my neighbours wouldn’t appreciate a humanure compost in our small amount of yard.
I crossed the path as a car wanted to come out of the drive-way fast. I heard the driver yell, “Should’ve ran you over.”

I said, “Thanks.”

Then I thought of all the reasons why people might want to run over me. There are always reasons if I want to believe them. But the most effective of all was this: I’m useless. But then I thought of all that is out there and argued the use of all that. Then, I realised I was tasting someone else’s tongue. And using it to draw on the thoughts of another mind I possibly didn’t want to understand.

What I do understand is that there are people in my area who are friendly enough to let me live and dream. And even though I’m some sort of “other” that doesn’t have a church or a belief system that forms a group, they don’t mind. Prior to meeting them I was given the understanding that all organised religion was despotic. Now I know that’s not true. Without them I’d be dead.

(image removed from IFN blog) Rejection from places you like. They say it’s greed that does it, but I think it’s the pointy ears.