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What a hectic day. Prime example of why my mother always has this weathered crabby look on her face. Takers all takers. She spends the better part of everyday even today her birthday doing shit for everyone else. And whenever she can spare a moment to herself she's stuck worrying about the next problem she'll have to solve for someone else. It's entirely miserable and I can already see thats the life path I'm heading towards. But Ive decided right now and today that im not going to do it. The chain stops here my life is my own and Im going to take the steps neccessary to be free.

On a happier note I found a beautiful poem i'd like to share.

Hav­ing a Coke with You

BY Frank O’Hara

is even more fun than going to San Sebas­t­ian, Irún, Hen­daye, Biar­ritz, Bay­onne
or being sick to my stom­ach on the Trav­es­era de Gra­cia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a bet­ter hap­pier St. Sebas­t­ian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the flu­o­res­cent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before peo­ple and stat­u­ary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be any­thing as still
as solemn as unpleas­antly defin­i­tive as stat­u­ary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drift­ing back and forth
between each other like a tree breath­ing through its spectacles

and the por­trait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you sud­denly won­der why in the world any­one ever did them
I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the por­traits in the world
except pos­si­bly for the Pol­ish Rider occa­sion­ally and any­way it’s in the Frick
which thank heav­ens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beau­ti­fully more or less takes care of Futur­ism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descend­ing a Stair­case or
at a rehearsal a sin­gle draw­ing of Leonardo or Michelan­gelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impres­sion­ists do them
when they never got the right per­son to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that mat­ter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as care­fully
as the horse
it seems they were all cheated of some mar­vel­lous expe­ri­ence
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I’m telling you about it
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