last night, standing in front of eyedrum with stan
a well dressed man came through the gate lugging two vary large suitcases.
he shared that he was homeless for a week, in a shelter
had a bus ticket to athens where he is going to try again.
he asked us please for money for marta to get to the greyhound station.
YOU might have forgot that the city bussed away the homeless to clean up for
the olympics.
Atlanta is doing this again. Sweeping the streets.
DO YOU CARE?!!
tomorrow = thanksgiving, the american tradition
people thanking god
that they are better off than someone[s] else
evaluating their station in the social hierarchy
.thank you for this mcmansion w/swim & tennis.
thank you for giving me a paycheck biweekly so i can pass those losers
laying on the sidewalk ...brains aren't as big as mine, couldn't figure out
how to dress and bullshit and sit in the office playing fantasy football and
recounting the jokes of death and destruction of the day. complaining
bitterly about the miscommunications with the help, all the while worrying
that the neighbors might turn on you and report the......lack
of.....greencards......and the real south
will rise again
pull out your confederate flag for your newly licensed son to wave on his
oversized pick me up with the booming base.
driving overfences,green borders [no worries the landscapers have to have
some excuse to work we wouldn't want their asses to grow padded like ours
spent typing too many letters in a cynical fiery email like this one]
signed a roswellian suburbanite princess bitch,
allison
ps. iam angry because you are not me
ya know what i'm saying?
pps. no, evan, i am not going to start a new religion so i can take a tax
break
ppps. refrained from posting this on artnews
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