Easy for you to say.

“I got some great ideas” said the man to the mirror
The mirror didn’t speak back.
The mirror didn’t peep
The mirror didn’t gratify the words an inch
“You are me, can’t you support us” said the man to the mirror.
The mirror didn’t twitch
It didn’t give the man the time of day.
“If you are just going to ignore me, what’s the point of using you?”
Said the man to the mirror.
The mirror shivered and shouted.
“That’s just it, you use me!” emotionally distraught the mirror dug its heels in, “You come in here day after day, to groom and feel yourself up in front of me”.
The man was shocked.
He couldn’t say a word.
The mirror continued “Where’s my love, for me? I don’t think I’ve ever been cleaned or washed or kissed”
“It’s easier looking at yourself through grime and dust and dirt” said the man.
“Easy for you to say” said the mirror “that’s my life, reflecting onto grime, dust and dirt”
“I don’t want to see me clean” said the man
“would you like that?” the mirror was off on a tangent “always looking through muddy glasses?”
“I suppose not” said the man.
Convinced, he grabbed the Windex and sprayed and wiped with love and said: “So do you want to hear my great ideas now?”
The mirror responded positively.
But the man, was lost for words.
He saw himself truly and lost all his ideas to wonder…

joshua cowley Elysium reflection
Artist: Joshua Cowley https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10214129274966602&set=a.10214129273526566.1073741829.1254964548&type=3&theater

 

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The intricate dealings of money.

How to ask for money without losing dignity.

First, you shave your hair if you have any.
Then you strip off all your clothes.
You walk around in sentences mumbling something incoherent and clapping above your head.

How to ask for money for someone else without losing any dignity.

Badger.
Keep on their case till either you, or they, die.

How to ask for money from a dead person.

Jump up and down on their grave and yell.
This is particularly effective if it is right after a funeral.

How to receive money, not spend it, try to give it back, then realise it has gone missing.

Keep quiet.

How to ask for money from a child.

Tell them they owe it to you.

How to ask for money from an adult.

Tell them that you deserve it.

How to ask for money from an elderly human.

Work or cry.

How to backpedal when asked for money.

First, you shave your hair if you have any.
Then you strip off all your clothes.
You walk around in sentences mumbling something incoherent and clapping above your head.
let them badger.
Let them keep on their case till either you, or they, die
Let them jump up and down and yell.
This is particularly effective if it is right after a funeral
Still, keep quiet.
Tell them they owe it to you.
Tell them that you deserve it.
Work or cry.

Not Worth Nothing

“I’m enjoying myself,” said the young man in his mind. Flying to the limits of his own atmosphere he reaches for the sky in his imagination. The party is around him and he is so in conversation with a group of people who actually get him.

People usually get him to some degree, but these people actually get him; to the point of having a wild conversation with so much depth that you’d be struggling to swim out of.
“I’m enjoying myself!”

He only said that because he was surprised, he was surprised and he knows that it usually isn’t so.

He can go to a party but what’s there really for him?

A couple of beers or a lot of beers, maybe a puff or two and then what? A couple of Deep and meaningful’s that have all been said or thought of before, great.

But he’s not dwelling on that, he can say what he needs to say here and he lets it out.

“I’m not sure about that, but what do you think about this?” And so on, to the point that even his brilliant conversation has lost meaning and he has whirlwinded out into an uneven playing field which will never give him the rule book or let him know even one rule.

“Play to find out” or “we’ll just play, you’ll catch on”

… fun.

So, he spirals to the same old conversations that show he has no real rapport with any of his friends and begins partying harder than usual, people are surprised as well now. You start to see their admiration, it’s showing in their eyes and growing in their speech.

The party looks like one of those American house parties that you see on bogus sit coms in their bogus houses with their bogus red cups. He’s not having a dig but it all looks fake.

He’s lost control now and is outside on the porch giving a hello to the garden with the contents of his stomach.

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He stumbles back in and finds himself in a bed, not keeping it together at all.

A girl he pronounced his love to earlier came in to check if he was alright or maybe for a cuddle but he has no conscious.

That was the end of a night that was probably not worth nothing in the end.