the pinecone man

i knew a guy like you .she said.he hung himself.
"i've heard that before "I told her.
"i bet you have" she said  and told me about the guy.I am angry they said I couldn't stay I squeaked I ..wasn't one of them go away don't ever come back or it's more
olive view
potions
pain ....

I can' paint my mind goes toward the bad things
but there were so many magic wonderments..

the pine cone man was a guy who was on welfare and lived

with his sister who he didnt like.so he left and lived outside
he had nothing to do.
he was simple or something.
he began making all sorts of sculptures out of pine cones.
some guy saw the pinecone sculptures and began selling them
the pinecone man had enough money to move into a small apartment

than he ran out of money.

and had to live on the street again
and stopped even bothering doing anything with pinecones

I identified with the pinecone man.
i did art for a time.but it came to nothing financially or otherwise.why bother
"
do you have any of the art she said
no.it's in a box .
"can you get the box?"

no .the box is tied up I said

"you're not good with knots "she said,"or string.It's a good thing.because if you were you might have hung yourself like the pinecone man"

"yes ,"I said "i'm afraid things are quite desperate"

"i can do good things with a box of art,and you need good things."

"much of the art isnt up to par but an equal part is damn good"

"we will get the box and seperate the good from the bad don't you think.Perhaps put the bad art on the fire .The fire can't go out...I don't want you to be a pinecone man"

"i am quickly becoming the pinecone man,"I said,"but,how do i put this nicely , you seem to be rather  crazy.Can crazy people sell art?"

"only crazy people can sell art.We must get that box.Which is tied up..We must get it soon"