No time for cupcakes

Today I was wearing my special hat. The one
that people laugh at. And these two guys on a
bus at a red light did laugh. So I smiled back.
And then they gestured their chins. So did I.
On my bus ride I got a knot in my stomach.
I thought about standing out. The difference
between being remembered and forgotten.
I don't want to be remembered by those two.
Surviving in their interpretation.
But then all we are is other peoples intake.
I have to shudder at my perception of myself.
But thats the only one with all the information.
All the clues to form the puzzle and paint the picture.
How many people get to stand back and view it?
Their portrait.
You place a piece here,
and there,
paint a few new.
Scare the living shit out of a lot of people probably.
Surprise yourself. And see all the vibrant colours
All the contours and contrasts. The value of each.
This is hypothetical. But there is supportive evidence.
A little odd that this is all the complete reverse of exhausting.
The evidence does exist.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wWPpKgi-ELU