The Concatenation of Ephemeral Thoughts
There are times when the sun just hangs in the sky, I hang in the woods, and I am stagnant with
no focus or intent. Such times provoke concatenations of ephemeral thoughts:
- Bah, dog snot I say!
- I am the masked Nose Whistler, seeking justice for some but not all.
- Shake well and instill one or two drops in the affected eyes.
- Fifi Nungett presents the Fabulous World of Bob Dylan.
- A hare in the hand is worth two bald uncles.
- Cripple creek ain't crippled.
- Bromides and polemics do not affect nuclear bombs.
- Watch for elk and other life forms killed for sport.
- Gargle BBs to prevent politician-speak, but do not swallow.
- I am a maybe, possibly or perhaps.
- Can we not come together without adhesives?
- Genius doesn't play by the rules.
- The Glasgow Gobbler was humbled by the Chicoutimi Cucumber.
- Derringers are not for the faint of testicles.
- I feel sick to my social network.
- To the genitals go the spoils.
- The donnybrook demons of malfeasance register and misshape my cuneiform blues.
- Enter the dragon of lipstick and woe to those who oppose her.
- Why do people kill one another? Is there something I am missing?
- Do dead animals get to go to heaven or are they just dead, unlike the lucky humans?
- My dog is essentially who she is. How can you ask for more?
- Be gone ye tormentors of the Iranian bedsprings!
- Terabytes of data preclude the byte of wisdom.
- OK lucky dude, how about an affidavit of culpability.
- Bucolic, polio termites infest the recesses of the mind.
- Countenance the face of God by looking in the mirror without the silver.
- The Texas Rangers of the Lost Ark have uncovered the Banditos Mexicali.
- Listen lightly, these words of petite cat paw prints.
- Como esta vigilantes, where are your undergarments, prey tell?
- Listen tired-worn adherents of the Scriptures of the Lost Morons.
- Terrible infirmities inflame the superman.
- Beware: convoluted diatribes attract ticks.
I scrooge my mind with these fragments of depictions of what is or isn't. How can I recover from this onslaught of mental encumbrances? I will sniff and piss and take a nap. All will be well.
I dream of a better tomorrow... where chickens can cross roads and not have their motives questioned.
~ Unknown