Friday, May 1, 2015
MOUNTAINS OF TRASH IN THE DISTANCE
Mountains of trash in the distance. Sweet, beautiful trash. Orange peels, apple cores, packages that used to hold toothbrushes and tampons and those Japanese sticks covered in chocolate. All that booty just waiting to be looted, rifled through, POSSESSED. But I have no wheels and those piles are just a misty mirage in the distance. I let me eyes cross and try to will some of the garbage to float through the air and toward me. I feel like it's kind of working, but I don't get no garbage.