The world is whatever game you make it up to be. You could make it about avenging a villain or an abuser. It could be about Eagles green or Wrexham red or Yankee blue or Lakers purple. Some people do that for a portion of their script. You could make it about soaring, bubbling love. …
And the day started with limp thoughts. Vapid, empty, thankless thoughts. As if a universe of sparkling wonder ever cared a whit for one egotistical but self-loathing thought of a man. Two things were said. Sacrilege perhaps to the wisdom of the depths beyond. Insult to the wonders that show up for you every damned …
What is fear but a prevention mechanism?Prevention of what?Of chance?Of development?It’s not some homily from the “just do it” crowd.Or we’d all be nuked by now, by some fearless chap with a finger on a button. Fear could be a prevention of what’s indicated.An argument with the gods.Eating when not hungry.Sleeping while quite up and …
And the man wants dandelion tea or dandelion capsules or just dandelions.Always wanting some bettering of the vessel while the vessel deteriorates.But the self improves until another wanting comes nagging forth.A wanting of caffeine for more caffeination.A wanting of sunlight for circadian reset.A wanting of muscle mass for blood pumping.Always another place to be for …
A lichen and moss covered wood bench.Squirrels discarding acorn husks from above.Just out of range from being skulled.Nike the dominant shoe walking by.Rarely an Asics; never a bougie ON brand shoe. Lots of white Air Force.The occasional Blundstone boot.Vans for the skaters and concert hipsters.An injury boot hobbles by.Doc Martens.A shoe something we’re allowed to …
