I Eat Poetry

I like it better with all the doom behind it. Because most shit out there is "why the hells haven't I spent more time like this" and "people would say I've wasted my life lying in hammock" because that goes against the culture of do and do and do. This poem says that there's no safety in do and no safety in not do. That Paolo Coelho's thoughts about the Universe conspiring could be no more than mind farts. That the people who feel superior because they've spent the time to "taste" life are in as much danger of wasting the goddamned thing as those who've spent their time gobbling it up. I love that. :D