via Daily Prompt: Continue
How long will it continue? It will continue until it stops. But for the sake of continuity one can only hope that it does not extend the pursuit of foolish consistency to it’s ultimate conclusion. A disconnect is some times called for to the delight of some and the dismay of others. I never worry over their delight or dismay because the amount of time they spend in those states is miniscule compared to how much time I spend with the discontinuation of continuing.
In other words, “Live it or live with it!” :FST
via Daily Prompt: Critical
To person with a prescription pad every problem looks like a chemical one.
As you can tell I am very critical of our current InsuroPharmaMedico Industrial Complex healthscare system. But it’s certainly better than it was before the ACA.
Good thing the Do Nothing Congress continues to do what they do best.
Criticize each other.
I’m trying to get into the habit
To fully inhabit
By breaking the habit
Of trying to habitually inhabit
The future and the past
via Daily Prompt: Visceral
So I walked into my local Viscereia for a nice slice of viscera. They gave me so many choices of viscus toppings I just broke down and proclaimed, “Bile em high!”
To this day I will never understand the proprietor’s visceral reaction to my request.
via Daily Prompt: Delivery
Once upon a time it would have been impossible to imagine an ambling ramble through the woods without my favorite nicotine delivery system. That was back when it was simple paper tubes stuffed with leaves, often with a fiber filter used as a false sense of safety feature on this system. But inhaling smoke from burning leaves is what it is. Now the price and complexity of nicotine delivery systems has escalated to truly systemic proportions. But my monkey, lizard, and concept to be identified later brain speaks as one with a resounding “No thank you.”
So I take my peaceful easy feeling delivery system of shimmering prurient phantasms from people and places that always have been, will be, and still are in their given moment; no matter what subterfuge my perception delivers to them.
Meanwhile, smoke em if ya got em and deliver us from systemic temptations.
Now will someone please show me the diagram for this delivery system.
via Daily Prompt: Glaring
Glaring mistakes are never as glaring as when I make them. But there they are. As a matter of fact those errors in due course often seem to have a glow all their own. Such as the gleam in the eyes of a googly eyed romantic such as myself. But as my past glares back at me I can only say it seemed like a good idea at the time.
So as I amble down the shimmering bike path of life I know the spicy carousel of my existence has been very good to me.
Yes, even the glaring omissions I see glowering at me from a distance. But they wouldn’t be omissions if I hadn’t omitted them.
New glasses help.