It's a Jungle Out There

I like the peace
in the backseat,
I don't have to drive,
I don't have to speak,
I can watch the country side,
and I can fall asleep.

Cohort classes don't start for another week. I just made a shitty/ original? collage. It just has a bunch of glitter and shit pasted on it. It's supposed to be about the holidays. You can't paste the most important things about winter onto a poster board.

Snow, it melts.
Couches are rather bulky.
Really warm hugs belong to someone else's arms. Not shaky hugs, not awkward hugs, hugs where you just realize you belong in those arms.
Fuzzy hats don't belong on a poster board.
Hot chocolate is a no go.
Christmas movies, TVs, all do not belong.
Drunken holiday parties.
Warm Jackets, warm mittens.
Fluffy animals.
Sleds and Christmas trees.
All do not belong.

How do you see these trees? They are yellow. So, put in yellow; this shadow, rather blue, paint it with pure ultramarine; these red leaves? Put in vermilion.

Watch the beasts snatch their prey and runaway,
Lurk, bite, struggle, snap, death, every day.

The lion, being hungry, throws itself on the antelope, [and] devours it. The panther anxiously awaits the moment when it too can claim its share. Birds of prey have each torn a piece of flesh from the top of the poor animal which sheds a tear. The sun sets.

If I had to pick my favorite piece of art what would it be?

I like the Truthisms piece- You are a victim of the rules you live by.

Going back to school after break is like walking into the jungle, the sounds are all foreign, there is this smell; as we bunch in the stairwells, of perfume and body spray, orchids and sweat. The people grunt and wear sweatpants, they say really nasty things. Its eat or be eaten.