Farmers, Fruits and Flowers.

This is another outburst of the torment of ‘maturity’. It is such a torment, that I feel the only way I can get beyond it is continuously making abrupt outbursts and making a complete fool of myself. But a fool is better than a clown with tears that fuck up their makeup.

One used to think that if you seed, water, watch, grow and take care of a beautiful plant, that you will eventually harvest its fruits or flowers. One used to be naïve. The fact that you help something go from the ground to the sky doesn’t mean you have anything to do with its fruits and flowers, hell no. The grown healthy radiating good looking plant will give its flowers and fruits to the passers by it finds amusing, but no not you, hell no. The hand that feeds is a good reference and citation that we mention every now and then so that we don’t sound like ungrateful bastards, but no don’t care for it, don’t make it see the flowers or fruits they’ve grown, never share the beautiful taste of the blue sky with, hell no.

Don’t be so sympathetic with what I write. It is not necessary to mention that it is a vicious circle of routine, nevertheless I will. Because one has fed an entirely selfish plant, one feeds on an entirely naïve farmer. All farmers have the same destiny and all plants too. But we are all farmers and we are all plants, each in turn. Some plants even have several farmers, but a farmer – as wretched as they don't know they are – usually has one plant. So don’t you dare take sides and think you’re the goodie-goodie because your turn will come, vice versa too.