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: 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.
When living a life full of rampant rumor, innuendo, and misinformation I remind myself that much is hidden in plain sight.
So when I see a button I figure I might as well push it. Otherwise I’ll never know what it does.
Before the crack of dawn Katie finally barred the door at the Kiel Over Inn with that heavy metal beam. Only after a thorough wipe down and a vast quantity of bleach. She batted her large blue eyes at the inspector hoping the dormant and departed Standard Moxie and Libby Snippy would remain mute in their obscured cranny at Koehring Grand Central House. Katie’s only regret was that the battered and mangled Cyrus Plush had been discovered before she could place him to decay with his two decadent damsels for all of eternity.
via Daily Prompt: Gate
As luck would have it Katie emerged after luxuriating in her Tiparillo smoke filled stall just in time to see Standard, Libby, and Cyrus exit the Kiel Over Inn’s swinging saloon doors. Needless to say Katie did not bar the doors at this moment, but rather exited out the back with the heavy metal door bar in tow. With only the squeak of the side gate to give away her pursuit which went unnoticed by our trio as geometrical possibilities and sweet satiation visions pulsed through them all.
via Daily Prompt: Lollipop
Libby was the furthest thing from Standard’s mind this night in the Kiel Over Inn. She just felt the sweet ache in her jaw from last nights proceedings in the back office of this very establishment after last call. Armed with hotel room for tonight she would not be the only on doling out the lickin’. But when Libby entered the bar and covered the shortest possible distance between two points directly to Ms. Moxie, new geometrical possibilities arose for the nights enjoyment of tonight’s extremely large and lush Plush lollipop.