and he sits there in his rocking chair and he reads the paper and talks to you
and he rocks and talks crap
and he tells you all the ways you suck and tells you all the ways the world sucks
and he tries to convince you youre gonna die if you do that
or people wont love you or you’ll get arrested or beat up or fired
or sent to hell.
our job as saints in training though is to ignore that part.
you can try to destroy him but the test isnt to destroy things
the test is to see if you can live with it.
just like how we’re living with a timebomb that will eventually kill us all
the bomb every living creature has inside of it.
so me, i just make sure i remember that the rocking chair dude isnt me
and isnt tapped into any truths.
hes just there to remind me that this isnt a dream
as dreamy as it can be sometimes.
that creaking chair is just the tick tick tick
before the inevitable
so preach on, preacher. run yr mouth.
i got shit to do.