Pouring My Art Out

… that there is always a thing. Life is things, and things are life. I mean, when you get right down to it, everything is a thing, so every thing is a thing. Well, we aren’t supposed to call living things things, not unless we mean all of them, which is ironic. You can’t call a person a thing, even though they are a living thing, right? Not even if you have a thing for them… or with them. Hey, it’s your thing, do what you want to do. Thing one or thing two, or maybe both things together, that would be something. So get your thing together… get all your things in order, take care of things, because things can’t take care of themselves, even though, supposedly, sometimes things will all work out. Things can be bad, but things might be getting better. Things keep happening, and would you really want it any other way? Because there is nothing sadder than nothing happening. That literally means that no thing is happening. That is a scary thing to think about.