baseman's buddhismA Chapter by J.M.Bshambling down dusty street past Londis with empty
pockets in silent film, i saw a woman finely dressed drop her bag, it glistened in my mind’s
eye, like a gift from a god i don’t believe in, i hadn’t eaten for days, nor had food for the week, and i’m no saint, too English to be apostle, and i thought for a long
long second of leaning over a steaming
Domino’s stuffed crust pizza - with extra mushrooms, and a
can of Coke. of smoking a fat pack of cigarettes with several coffees
afterwards with cream, that would be nice, and i picked up the purple strapless leather, and instead . . . gave it back after jogging 30 yards down a suburban side road. oblivious " she couldn’t
hear my quiet-voiced-clam-shell-calls
. . . and the reason i tell you
this, because it happened some
years ago, was not just because it felt
good-to-do-good, whereas the contrary would
also have been true, but because - and this is what the more refined Siddhartha Gautama couldn’t say, i get bragging rights, thank you, thank you, i was poor, and ugly with malnutrition, and schizo too, and i gave it back, i gave it back, f**k you media moguls with your sensationalism and clichés i gave it back! f**k you - cpn’s and social workers of the world - i gave it back, bragging rights! yeah?! why? ‘cause i gave it back! thank you! thank you! © 2012 J.M.BFeatured Review
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Added on December 23, 2011Last Updated on March 23, 2012 Tags: buddhism, schizophrenia, anti-psychiatry, prejudice, mind-police, Dr Szasz, Dr John Breeding Author
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