Oh Manny,how fresh thou art.
When I find myself empty, when I look around wondering…” What do I do after I stack my flow?”
(and then what?)
Logic, simple logic.
“then I’m gonna stack some more”
Yes, the celestial heavens are calling down to you, humble peasant.
After you stack your flow, the only thing that God wants for you is to stack some more. Close up shop,do your count, hide the rest of the yams at your auntie’s house…
Little bread crumbs out there..
The universe tosses out desire like an old man tossing corn to pigeons.
In a city park…on a fair afternoon…
“eat, my child. I wish for you to be satisfied. I wish for your stomach to be full and your thirst to be quenched. I wish for you to know where you’re going… because I love you”
(and then what?)
Stack some more, stack some more,stack some more.
It oughta be a crime to feel this good..
dawn 