thoughts in my last few weeks, vomited like a bird feeding its young for your consumption pleasure

third graders gather on the floor and ask about toilets and school uniforms in a land they cannot fathom and who am i to introduce them to it? i’ve brought pictures to say the things my words cannot, and speaking of eating dog, rabbit head, or pig lung, may inspire exactly the wrong kind of awe, i fear, but do my best as they gaze in bleary wonder knowing all this time one or two may be moved to drop their lives and leave a world where a child must have 100 crayons if they’re to be expected to color, where three simply would not do. sewage runs through streets in images i’ve taken of places where the scent overwhems any bad feeling one might have from the way things look, and it’s been five of my six months and all i can think of the whole time i’m showing these pictures is how much i miss home, and the “grind” and being on the winning team. to know the work i’m a part of ultimately wins when i feel like away, i’m more of a bump on a log than an addition to society, and snow is not near as romantic as i remember it, and consumerism literally makes me want to vomit in these cities where people are virtually strangling their children, choosing to suck the life out of them so they can have a swimming pool in their back yard, and while i’m not foolish enough to believe this is the case everywhere in this great country, i nonetheless catch a glimpse of the vastness of the nationwide epidemic as i get reports from the “bud light sports desk” during the “coors light half time show” where you spend the whole day in awe that infinite jest had this thing figured out years ago and it seems like only a few years ago i read that book (part of that book) and

laughed at the absurdity of the extremity of it all

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2 thoughts on “thoughts in my last few weeks, vomited like a bird feeding its young for your consumption pleasure

  1. I felt your last sentiment too when I read “Infinite Jest” but I suppose unfortunately I have yet to discover that it has become a reality in contrast with what’s going on where you are.

    1. dude, ESPN its incredible. it used to just be about sports. now mike and mike in the morning is Progressive’s Mike and Mike, and we don’t go to hear from analysts we go to hear from the analysts at the bud light sports desk at invesco field.

      holy crap. shoot me with a spoon.

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