"Well I lit them bridges
an' I watched 'em burn
an' oh my God, you'd think I'd learn
still the same
'til my dyin' day
and I'm still in love with you."
This is about attachment.
So there's always analogies
like
"balls and chains"
or the creepy "clinging" verbs
or the even less appropriate
"bondage" references.
I mean,
we're in polite company.
let's be real.
Attachment is more like goin coon
trapping with no gun.
Ya got the flash lights, the bait, the traps. And you want these damn coons so bad! You get to keep the skins and the bacula and everything!
So you go to work, singularly and focused. The next day, upon checking the traps,
you find more racoons than you could have ever hoped for!
you admire their pelts
your prowess as a trapper
you fantasize about hats, rugs, gloves.
And then you realize, after all this craving and attachment,
that you have no way of
slaughtering the beasts
you so desperately sought.
Your gun is at home.
and you say:
"What the hell am I gon do with all 'ese pissed awff coons?"
This has been y'all's Sunday school. Now run along grown ups got business in the parking lot.
