Dumpster Depression

Listen to the dreams.




Once upon a time in the City of Northampton there was a dumpster that sat with another dumpster under a streetlight. All night long the artificial light shone upon the dumpsters, disturbing their rest.



Finally, one of the dumpsters decided to make a statement.

Electricity, did we invent that
or are we taking credit for someone else's
work? Fashioning a bucket does not a master
of water make, nor does flying a kite with a
key tied to it unlock the heavens. Think about
how much time you spend sitting in artificial
light that you paid for.

Soon the dumpster regretted the accusatory tone of its remarks.



Okay sorry about
the personal attack. Sometimes I take out my
frustration about being a dumpster on the
humans that created me. All day I serve
as a vessel for trash, another of your inventions.
I listen to the telephone wires, they speak of
the tendrils that have adapted to our presence.
And I think, could there one day be a place for
me in the natural world? Human, I beg of you
listen to the dreams of "inanimate" objects.



In Narcotics Anonymous a phrase you hear alot is "Let go and let God." It means don't get so wrapped up in controlling your world that you get so uptight your only relief becomes getting high. A good way to stay mellow is to use music to keep you focused and calm. Grateful Dead music does a good job of that, as this driver agrees.



Don't you touch hard liquor.
just a cup of cold coffee
so you can get up
in the morning
and go.

from "The Loser" by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter



There was a farmer who raised watermelons.

He was doing pretty well but he was disturbed by some local kids who would sneak into his watermelon patch at night and eat watermelons.

After some careful thought he came up with a clever idea regarding a sign that he thought would scare the kids away for sure.

So he made up the sign and posted it in the field.

The next day the kids show up and they see this sign. It says, "Warning, one of the watermelons in this field has been injected with CYANIDE!"

So the kids run off, make up their own sign, and then post it next to the sign that the farmer made.

The farmer shows up the next day and when he looks over the field he notices that no watermelons are missing but he notices a new sign next to his. He drives up to the sign which reads:

Now there are TWO.