Some recognition.

Shout out to every pen pal I ever had.

A message to whoever may need it:

Words have power, so watch your fucking mouth.

When you think about it πŸ€” πŸ’­

A voice note is the modernized Nextel chirp

Looks like they’re made for each other

I came across these two pieces of art randomly within the last two weeks. I first encountered the drawing of the man, outside of a train station exit. I thought he was beautiful (imperfections & all,) and snapped a picture. A few days later, I came across a piece by Don Van Vliet (the artist formerly known as Captain Beefheart.) 

They connected in my mind. A man and a woman, smeared in each other’s direction. They just seemed like they were made for each other πŸ™ŒπŸ½. That is all.

The Walking Dead

I saw a dead body today. I was on my way downtown with my headphones on, music blasting. I saw people looking at something but it didn’t interest me what they were focused on. Then I heard a loud scream, I looked in the direction of the scream and saw a body laying on the tracks on the uptown side, face down in a puddle of blood. Naked from the waist down, both legs amputated and thrown on the tracks.

I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to see a dead body, outside of a funeral. It was something crazy. I was in shock. Could hardly breath and was stuck. I jumped on the next train that came just to get away from the madness.

I started to cry as I thought of how the body might have ended up there, how he/she died and the blatant disrespect people were showing the body. People were calling for police (who took forever to get there,) pulling out their phones to take pictures of the pieces and the train approaching the body (it stopped about 5 ft from it.)

I’m very much aware of our loss of value for life but I didn’t realize our value for the dead is just as low. That was somebody, with a life, a family and a story. All that body meant now was a train delay πŸ˜”