rough patches inflamed
by rigid dogma is just
a blister on life
Tag: craiyon
The Search for Stinky
ablution option
list: shower, bathe, or sponge bath.
All viable lest
we be Stinky. Good to the
last sniff. Never lost in crowds
A very special thank you to Writer Ravenclaw for Stinky inspiration
EverUnclear
Let me be unclear
Shout with courage to the eaves
and not acquiesce
To malign misdirection
of obtuse obfuscation
Biases Abound
eye witnesses are
not reliable because
human perception
is not only fungible
but highly tractable too
My Or-G.A.S.A.N.
Seems we are all drowning in advice.
Keep in mind a big chunk of that word is vice.
While forest bathing might be good for you, is showering your being with nefarious negative ions? Fear not. Negative ions are good for you too. Allegedly.
I have been urban bathing most of my life, except for a decade and a half residing in a more bucolic setting. Now I found that a bit too narrow of a bandwidth experience. In other words, I found my GASAN was not as rich out over yonder as the everything, everywhere, all at once particle flow of urban bathing. So I got my butt back to the city where I belong. Don’t get me wrong. I still enjoy a good negative ion pummeling from time to time in small doses. I get that molecular abuse when visiting the more pastoral settings that my city and my suburbs have on offer.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
So you can keep your negative ions because I much prefer doin’ the ….
My Advice
Take an electron. Leave an electron. But keep your filthy protons to yourself
me
Complicity’s Choice
Hobgoblin U
Ralph Waldo Emerson once wrote: “A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.”
I once wrote: ” I know what I know until I know something different.”
Don Brewhaha told me: “See the inconsistent. Inspect the inconsistent. Learn the inconsistent. Embrace the inconsistent. Love the inconsistent. Be the inconsistent.”
As You Slice It
You can keep your beads and trinkets of late stage Capitalism. Give them to the yowling tongue lolling running lackey dogs of the petty bourgeoisie. I’m content with a salami on rye with a big ol dill pickle. But you best not be stingy with the mustard mon frère.
Bloomers
a lush pink orchid
blooms on Tasha’s porcelain
fashion plate palette
Elvi
My daily delight;
Tai Chi with the Elvi out
on the grassy knoll
A Scroll Threw Life 