it's insane how we catagorize ourselves. i look at people with a "nice" car, living in the 20th story of a pent house and im like mann...i want that.Then I look down the street at the kids playing in the fire hidrant water with their hungry swollen bellies and busted sandals and think mann....i want that. Well not that , but just to be able to live like that if I want to.How I want to have the condo with the view overlooking the Atlanta skyline and freight trains and then I want to be able to go right outside and paint the train that I see pass from my window 200 below where i'm standing.I want to be able to preform an amazing song in front hundreds of people and then go outside and play my saxaphone and get excited when somebody throws a five dollar bill in the case.To be able to go to Morocco but stay on the beach cus I cant afford a hotel.Well naww..sand might get in my pants.
EeeK!
Maybe somebody will take me in and in return i'll help them raise their cattle or something. Or maybe ill just help them tie their jigga flyy scarves!
that my friend would be some real southern hospitality,get it?get it?
africa??
southern??
ahA!-Mary Propa
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