My jar of spit is your cure to everything. All those feelings of uselessness, loneliness, and having no purpose are no longer. You see my spit drop into the jar, watching it fill up with each splash. You dream of being the jar yourself and begin to worship the jar, envy it even. The things you’d do to be my spit bucket, the things you’d do to obtain that jar.. You would spend hundreds, even take out a loan, to swallow every drop and lick the jar clean, wouldn’t you?
