You can’t sell your soul, you are a soul
Me: I’m sorry, come again? How old’re you?
Her: 18.
Me: (turning to WM) Yeah, I’m leaving.
Spent Friday out with Gio and WM around the UES. Not my scene.
Saturday morning, spoke with Heartgirl; that’s a post for some other time. Saturday night, saw PCD. She did NOT heed my advice and was hung over so we spent a very nice quiet night in the UWS.
Unfortunately, while writing this, I just found out that my grandma’s in the hospital. Was supposed to see her when that woman stole all my money.
You know when someone talks about selling your soul, or whatnot? That irritates me. Cause you’re not a body with a soul. You are a soul. You just happen to have a body.
My grandmother is no dainty grandma; she’s tougher than DeNiro and smokes more than he does.
But her body is betraying her and there’s nuthin I can do about it. She gave me my eyes.
I wanna hit something.
Location: in front of three computers
Mood: worried
Music: No need to say goodbye You’ll come back
Like this post? Tell someone about it by clicking a button below.
3 replies on “You are a soul”
[…] You are a soul You know when someone talks about selling your soul, or whatnot? That irritates me. Because you’re not a body with a soul. You are a soul. You just happen to have a body. […]
[…] so many wonderful souls when Alison got sick. One was a fella named Michael. He’d been diagnosed with GBM six years […]
[…] her that way. Me: You don’t have to explain to me. You know, we don’t have souls. We *are* souls, we *have* bodies. You wanted to remember her soul – who she was to you – not her body. […]