i’m not here by Amy Saul-Zerby
The disclaimer in the beginning really sets the tone. Obviously Amy is not here. PDFs exist so people don’t have to be at both places at the same time. Many who have met Amy have hoped against hope that she could be in more than two places at once, possibly three or more. With the help of PDF technology Amy’s keen intellect can be everywhere. Amy’s e-book fails to capture the illustrious shine of her smile. No PDF can capture that, maybe Instagram, but not a PDF.
A song begins. Whoever is the ‘you’ fails to listen! This is important. Every song conveys a deep meaning. Perhaps some songs do more than others. Art has this way of letting others attach meaning to it. Oftentimes the attached meaning may be more interesting than any original impulse to create the piece. It is hard to tell. Some art lovers can be pretty gosh darn intelligent about what they love. Precedent is a big thing in art. Art loves history since history absolves the unpopular making it beautiful.
Vomit breath is sexy. Amy knows it. That’s why Amy demands the hot humid partially digested taste of vomit breath. Drunken people conjure up this beauty. Besides the basic breath Amy advises to break a window. Hopefully this is not Amy’s house, apartment, or dorm room. Normally those sorts of things need to be replaced. By exhibiting this behavior Amy finds it sexy. It is sexy to vomit and break things. Few will admit it out loud. Behind closed doors hugging a big porcelain thing that’s a whole other matter.
Confidence brings Amy to such great heights. The power of positive thinking does that. Many people choose to get high off of positive thinking. Getting high off life, that’s just a part of the positive thinking. Amy is confident in her body and intellect. Amy should be. Amy is a star. How did Amy become a star? All Amy did was obtain a little confidence. Just a small bit of confidence and Amy shot up like a rocket into a star-filled sky. Amy shines on in the sky because Amy is the light that guides people home. Porch lights got nothing on Amy’s shine.
Respect is given to those who are tattooed. That’s tough. Picking out a tattoo and just living with it for the rest of a life seems intense. Adding to that is that whole ‘swelling/pain’ thing that seems to really turn many off to the tattooed lifestyle. Sadly Amy doesn’t get it. Here Amy thinks about wanting to be something besides a human. Everyone has the opportunity to be something else. Amy Saul-Zerby makes a fine human but perhaps she’d make an even better sloth. It is too hard to tell.
A Postal Service cover ends it. Some people, famous music bloggers, have removed all traces of the Postal Service from their IPODs refusing to believe that they used to be such a sad sack. Amy knows better. By listening to it Amy composes her epitaph before becoming a dead bed body.