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: 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.