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I received many ill glares from the broken tree limb today. It was hard not to take it too personally. I know it wasn’t me that broke her limb but I still felt responsible for my negligence as a human.
Lately, my head has been pounding throughout the whole day. I’m not sure if its the withdrawal from Prozac or man’s compassion balanced by blind judgement. Each day we need to take our “selves” back from the dry money-hump. In my case, I have not yet figured out how to get water from stone. Neither have I resolved an income problem, rather the lack of. The demon’s cage of vengeance and monopolistic bureaucracy swells my soul to the ego’s level.

Meanwhile, on the streets:
The never clean hands and rough fingertips of a def man threw a can of paint at me, followed by a brush. I took no offense as I eagerly picked up his desperation. I began to draw with a rock on the wall. It was mostly outlines for my own head, a project plan. I could see the def man beginning to smile. I continued to spatter paint and design a highly elaborate scale of Roman perspective and guilt as seen threw the eyes of a def man with never clean hands and rough fingertips.

Despicably yours,

Jackson Steel, Jackson County

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