"I feed the pigeons, I sometimes feed the sparrows too; it gives me a sense of enormous well-being"
A conversation that I had in my head yesterday. Now you can see why it's hard for me to live inside of my brain...
- Look at 'em. They're so cute.
- For dirty pigeons, yeah, sure. If that's what you're into. I wish you would stop feeding the greedy bastards.
- Well it's better than letting all of Carlene's cereal go to waste. I don't eat it, and those are four perfectly good boxes of Rice Krispies and Wheatabix in there.
- OR, you could have just given it to someone at work. I'm sure someone at work would have taken it. Now thanks to you and your fucking bright thinking, there's going to be thousands of them out there next week just waiting for you to refill that pitiful wicker bowl.
- Whatever. I think they're sweet. Look at her! She's cleaning the random bits of Rice Krispies off of the man pigeon. That's love right there.
- Or nature. You're gay. And feeding the pigeons is stupid. You want to know something? Doves. They're pigeons, just all white. LIke, albino. So the dove being a representation of love? Is really just a dirty pigeon cleaning random bits of Rice Krispies off of the dude pigeon. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
- God, pessimistic much?
- Nope. Just realistic.
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Anyone want any cereal?