Take the Cur

via Daily Prompt: Cur

 

Frank Flâneur leaned on his walking stick just outside the saloon. Some might say he was lollygagging, but to the trained eye he was clearly dilly dallying. The few damp crumpled bills in his vest pocket would not get him through the night so a new enterprise was clearly needed in the quest for the elusive spondulix.

As luck would have it she just happened to be hustling her bustle down the boulevard at this precise moment. Standard Moxie was tightly contained in her serious whalebone corset which caused her bosoms to well up over her marginally proper neckline. Frank was captured by the approaching silhouette, enticed by the sideshow cameo, and ensnared into the jetstream of her bustle as it bounced and bobbled down the planked sidewalk.

Standard’s hourglass figure put many exertions into this confirmed flâneur’s beady brain. Exertions that he hoped would extract enough shekels and sumptuous diversions to pass this day and perhaps trail into a weekend of surreptitious and languid luxuries. Standard Moxie’s brief over the shoulder glance upon her stiff passage was all the encouragement this feral cur required. He twirled his waxed mustache, smoothed his gabardine trousers, checked his reflection in the tavern window, and gave himself a wink.

The game was afoot!

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Faceless

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People are only faceless if you don’t bother to look them in the face. Nor do you need a Facebook page to have a face.

Face it

 

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Time

Patience is entirely codependent on our perception of the importance of the passage of what we commonly refer to as time.

No time, no patience required.

So if you believe time is Krugerrands you might very well have less patience than Kruggerands.

Times up!

 

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Aster La Vista

Aster la vista plant life. I hopped on my astral plane and headed for the animal kingdom. From spore to sprout was an interminable boarding process from hell. The gate agents seemed engulfed by a morass of myopic malaise. But as sure as mayonnaise is yummy enough to let us enjoy vegetables on their lonesome, I knew the opportunity would turnip soon to release my inner animal. It seemed like forever. Eons and epochs blended together before my mitotic formed the longed for aster. Or do you say meiotic. TomAto, Tamahto. But I never called the whole thing off. Even though it took further eternities before I was able to make an aster of myself; I did it. So now as I soar along on my own private astral plain I shall continue reaching for the stars.

 

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The Late Me

Finally I had a conversation with myself. I decided to confirm my reservation to give myself a real treat this week. I think I am on the verge of having a viable life once again. Although I am generally allergic to social intercourse, there are times that I look back with a winsome eye for days past. I know I can funnel my knowledge of winning some and losing some and no longer be forlorn for those chances that have slipped away. The brilliant light of epiphany that I see undulate before my eyes shows me a way to carve through the coming adversity. While once upon a time this prospect would evoke a certain amount of dread with in my soul, sending me into a more static wait and see stance, today I will entertain a more joyous embrace of my fate and study the life enriching opportunities that such a loophole in my planned path has afforded my life to experience. This agile mind and resolve might shock those who thought of me as a more dull and resolute sort. Perhaps even make them blink a few times to view me reborn. So though I scan time’s horizon, I formulate no set strategy, I must be candid and admit to the universe that I am indeed late again on each and every one of these prompts. But I am glad I was able to …

ketchup-pour

via Daily Prompt: Tardy

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Daily Rx

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.

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