When the shit hits the wall
I wait to see what sticks...
shit like where I will work,
where I will live,
what I will drive,
who I will love, etc.
I ponder the shit,
examine it,
poke around in it,
consider every splatter,
I'm open to every movement.
When a facet of life is not going right,
or when it's time for a change,
the shit inevitably hits the wall.
The answers lie in the shit that sticks.
Like corn...
Okay, that's enough,
this is getting gross.
But it's a fun way to live.
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