The Ultimate Desire

I got bored one day and I put everything on a bagel. All my hopes and dreams, my old report cards, every breed of dog,. Every last personal ad on Craigslist, sesame, poppy seed, salt. And it collapsed in on itself. It's almost like the infinite bagel is that kind of boy, it's kind of nothing. In some ways, that would be the ultimate desire maybe because you wouldn't keep chasing the next hit for that kind of macchides, nail or whatever it is of consumerism. We'd rather just be this rock in the desert and we're our most happy and most at peace there.