walk into the store and want everything
jackets that fir just right, hats that hold the contour of your head
in such a way it feels as right as eating
credit credit cash credit
so when i wake up in the morning there is no resentment
about the skins i wear
so that i have enough things to compliment my disposition
that i will be more suscptible to love myself
and that my discerniment might be sharper in that my garments
should hav eme pleased and more myself rather than withdraw
into the negative thoughts the devil uses to do his will
everything costs money, everybody wears clothes
nobody thinks about what clothes are then again no one question paint
its all art whether ugly or satis fact i look at jackets and sneakers
like women in how im attracted to them but what can be good if it doesn't feel good
at least just a little bit
theres something about spending it that makes getting it worthwhile
theres something about spending it that makes getting it everything
thres something inside me compelling to spend money and conversely make it
some dyas i wear the same thing for a few days
but i don’t want to have to wear the same thing everyday
i don’t know the relationship between freedom and options
but both seem like conundrums that allow for the decay of the mind into itself
the recession of brain waves onto each other into a rough sea
of confusion, apprehension, and uncertainty
what even constitutes a good purchase
if god is love then what is the free market economy
i walk around soho and can’t not buy things
plunging myself into credit insecurity and an attitude of unsatiability
the satisfaction comes from gettning money
there is always guilt that follows everything, guilt that knows what you will spend it on,
how many hours you toiled away into nothingness
guilt that knows you deep down
is inherient in how deep we go and how many secrets swim in schools
in the murky depths of the deepest points of ourselves
no astronaut is blasted off into space without the white orb of his suit
no astronauts without space ships, no space ships without paint jobs
our body is what carries our soul, our garments lie atop the body
because adam and eve were overwhelmed with their options
seeking fruit for their labor, like i seek jackets, clean white t’s
and sneakers, to feel like i’ve done something and to convince myself
that there’s more i can do, that i am something
but what I'm wearing wont change who i am inside
no matter how flee, gold, silver, or fresh
we all go through changes none of us no who we really are
i need clean white tees, i need them
i used to hate wearing white tees unless they were yellow
and shoes unless they were scuffed
none of us no who we really are
or how we should look so we do what feel
or some are very aware of how others think they should look
and try to fit in that like a mouse under a doorway
none of us know who we really are or what anything really is
i want to wear what feels good on my body
before it deteriorates
i want to feel contented overall because we know bodies wither
but not if the mind ever goes away
so many places to shop so many people wearing everything
so much hype the hype is so much that there is hype surrounding
not subscribing to the hype
i want to play football and lead my team in tackles
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