Jolt Away

via Daily Prompt: Jolt

I would have to say there have been very few jolts in my life. More often things tend to jostle themselves into my purview. I see a thing flowing my way in a flurry of elbows and knees roiling through the masses before me. Rewarding with mashed toes and  insulted ribs as it streams merrily in full tilt approach mode. The yowls and yammers of those with their backs to this jostling juggernaut full of jolt, such as yourself with back fully presented,  should be sufficient warning to you who now stands before me. I am always jolted into wonderment by the joltage voltage you receive when taken from behind by what I saw as a long time coming. The jolt bolt also reveals your disappointment in me for not warning you of the impending jolt. Yet you never leave your perception ajar to a single sooth that I say.

But I would like to ask, “Is there anything behind me?”

Because you never see the jolt that gets ya.

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Laws of Refraction

There are things to discover all around us at all times. Discovery just has to find us looking.

It’s a variation on a theme I had someone read to me out of a  self help tome.  Written by someone about how to succeed, which had alluded them until they had written said tome and sold it to the hoi polloi for a buck three eighty a pop.

Perhaps it was in that book about the importance of a getting a good nights sleep that my helpful self help reader stayed up all night reading. Or perhaps it was in one of the many multitude of treatises about the laws of attraction. Although I surmise the laws of refraction may be more apropos and accurate.

So as we prepare to move forward into misty realm of magical thinking, I hope all will discover peace, harmony, and comfort over this Christmas season within themselves others.

 

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Tis The Season to be Folly

Folly is such a fun word. I mean who doesn’t enjoy a spirited game of Folly Ball. Looking forward to having a Folly Folly Christmas this year with Folly Ole St Nick.

St. Nick uses reindeer power as opposed to Fulton’s Folly which ushered in the age of our Fossil Fuel Folly of believing there is an infinite supply of things to burn on our decidedly and well mapped finite planet. What’s done is done but we are only follying ourselves thinking otherwise.

Of course McCain’s Folly (a.k.a. matriarch of the one time first family of Seward’s Folly) does not believe in such things, nor other things from her progeny’s prodigious folly of taking “Cheaper By The Dozen” as a guide to Folly Planning.

So in life one mans folly is another mans floor, and where there is folly there is money to be made. It is no folly to think that someone is making folding folly somewhere off of our Founding Fathers Folly’s and Foibles. The ofttimes suspected , never directly addressed Electoral Folly.

In closing allow me to digress to youthful budding folly becoming full bloom folly. As a young man at the office Folliday Party I learned of a particular moral weakness I have. Blow in my ear and I’ll folly you anywhere. She did, I did, and Holiday Folliness Abounded. Apparently I am not alone in my countrymen and women in my susceptibility to melting into a puddle of folly after getting my ear blown.

So as we Deck the halls with boughs of Folly lets all sing together….

Folly Lolly Loll lol la la la.

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Delayed Echolalia

 

Apparently we are in for another national bout.

Echoes have differing return times, but rarely offer differing returns.

Solutions once offered bounce back to us. Goes over us.Or passes us. Comes close to us. Even lands on us from time to time.

But do echos of bygone solutions have the desired effect?

I hear echoes. It has been delayed. It has the same stench of decay.

But it will be salad days in the swamp. But it ain’t gunna be …

 

… that they’re eating in the swamp with their frogs legs. You can take that to the bank.

Here comes another one just like the other one.

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Mythicalville

Once upon a time there was Ward and June.

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Lucy and Ricky.

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The alternative living situation of Andy and Aunt Bea.

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All was well in the world. A fare for all and no fair for anyone.

You knew it wasn’t real because at best it came to you on a twelve inch black and white screen.  But you let it into your brain by looking at it. You were plugged in. You were in training for reality as brought to you by…

You already had been infected by the pink eye of reading and the earwig of radio. But now you were awash in other peoples alleged “realities” from across the country.

Nowwheresville.

NewYorkville.

Mayberryville.

So where and when were these Mythicalvilles?

Neversville.

These realities were presented to sell you things safely quarantined on your twelve inch cathode ray tube. But you were young and much better at believing than seeing.

Then Came Reality TV

Welcome to Realityville

It’s All Around You

Step right up!

 

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