Go ahead and parade through the streets with your 500lbs of junk, clashing bottles and that wailing horn. Do you feel good screaming into that tube of brass knowing doctors are slaving away documenting daydreams? Drip drop drip drop goes the patient’s reverie as he stares at those trees outside his window, and you just continue blowing that horn covered in tears of the sky and eating those pears. This optimism of yours is a true bloom in the gloom, but one day you will have to stop playing children’s songs about winged creatures overcoming their issues and become a busy bee like the rest of us. Your irresolute insight will come when you are torn between two choices in life and you choose what’s harder for you in the beginning but better for you in the long run.
P.S. Get some sleep, you have darker rings than that of a raccoon.
Dear Busy Bee,
If the clouds bring honey you must celebrate their rain.
released December 19, 2009
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