Today,

I was in TESCO supermarket...
I stood at the cash-desk
and the cashier,
after pulling all of my food over the infrared barcode reader,
put her hands on the scales built-in into the desk,
and on a display beside her,
I could read "0,52" while pulling money out of my wallet.
Wow.
An easy woman, I thought,
and things just started running through my mind.

I'm paying her money to stay alive.
Don't feel too bad...

Ain't something like prostitution?
Almost...
Livinving amid consum.
Different things make us feel alive.

Anyway...

deeds do never lie,
words kill,
and so do our thoughts.

starting to shake -
going to sleep.