It was then as I wandered in the forest preserves of my youth unassailed by any kind of Fi that my head began to swim in the past. Sure I was no longer in the moment but the reverie carousel of my days sup supped up both hemispheres of my mushy brain. Probably fired all through the lower middle parts as well.
Oh the lovely visions that swirled around. Some with the quietude of days drowning worms for easily gotten but more perilous to release bullhead. Others of Catholic School girl conquests from after school rehearsals for “Carousel” were like a clarion call to long set aside libidinous memory lures of youth. Also afore mentioned biking on mud paths reserved for the young now frequented by colorfully garbed cycling and jogging enthusiasts.
With that I am pleased that such resources are presently utilized for such ecologically economical ergonomic pursuits. A carousel that has brought us to a much better place indeed on this earthy crust.
Today I am radiating all that I have done leading up to today. In that way I can dissipate the cumulative and pent up vapors of the past to leave me cool and ready to receive the heat build up from the friction of entering another day.
Especially when cooked over a charcoal fire. On a Weber. Propane just don’t make it.
But that is my mistake.
No not in the purchase of the propane grill. I only use it. But in choices I made decades before that caused me to end up eating steak rarely. Albeit for numerous economic, ecological, and personal health advise from the experts, textperts, and choking smokers.
Goo goo g’ joob g’ goo goo g’ joob
I’ll stop before further purloining, which would only lead to the inevitable resolution of, “I am the steak man….”
Oops I did it again. I misconstrued the one word Daily Prompt.
Oh no. I stole another song lyric. I hope this will not be mistaken for plagiarism.
Well it is obvious to me. I can’t believe it is not obvious to you. I don’t get it. You claim you get that “you get that”. But clearly you do not. I can tell by the way you say that. Why it is as plain as the nose on your face. On my face.
By the way.
That person you support for President is deceptive, lies all the time, is part of the elite, will say anything to achieve their ends, and face it they are old. They tell you it is all for you. But they do not even know you. They have never even walked a mile in your shoes.
Hey. They have shoes.
But facts are facts. Right.
So why do some people clearly see things one way and others clearly see things another way. Especially when the answer is right in front of you.
Given that we agree that our eyes see color by gathering the specific combination of light waves that bounce off matter in our eyes direction through the atmosphere we are physically present in, and good luck with that one. Then armed with the knowledge of the vagaries of perception intertwined with our interpretation of said stimuli; I often find myself wondering if the waves we all agree to in our limited language as blue actually looks the same in my mind as in yours?