I don't need gongs,
And I don't need revelry.
I don't need enthusiasm,
And I don't need external purposes.
I don't need divine inspiration,
And I don't need convincing.
All I need is to acknowledge the similar burning in my own Stomach
And the perception that what I'm doing is actually worth a Damn.
Imagine now,
That you are without a giant 4 bedroom house in the suburbs!
Scary...
Imagine now,
That you are without an overflowing cornucopia of a Refrigerator
So that you are unable to hoard "your" food!
Scary...
Imagine now,
That you don't have a closet that is big enough to provide Shelter
To hundreds of varying expensive outfits and mounds of mint Condition
Shoes!
Scary...
Imagine now,
That you are without The Religion,
How can you possibly live with yourself? I know that that is Where I find my entire definition.
Where do you define yourself?
Scary...
Fuck you, that's not enough food for a family, that's enough Food for a single meal, and I'm not even particularly Gluttonous.
