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Rumble in the Gumbo
I jumped on my high horse
Trustee, favorite fine mount
Pointed at others errant course
A regular self righteous fount
While spouting a toxic slurry
Full of media puke talking pouts
Full of flair and a fine flurry
Of shrill Banshee like shouts
Wallowing in my faux tone age
Having patience with no virtue
Spilling my sepia life rage
Leaving the taste of burnt roux
For all to rumble and gumbo about
Harsh Mistress
The Comfy Mind
Outside I am a crusty broken down bag of bones covered in wasting compostable organic matter seasoned with a variety of toxic and / or inert chemicals my lifetime on this planet has exposed me to or I have ingested willingly.
/╲/\╭(•‿•)╮/\╱\
But in my latibule I am a sleek deep purple polyhedron with ultra smooth sides meeting at multiple pleasingly beveled edges; all while plugged into the ether with my zircon encrusted umbilicus to communicate directly to proximity friendly receptive minds. It’s dark, cool, and immutably implausible in here, yet here I am.
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Dogma
rough patches inflamed
by rigid dogma is just
a blister on life
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
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
On and On and On
As the sun rises over the lake’s horizon I reflect upon all that has been all that will be and all that I perceive as happening right now in the moment as the big ball off fire in the east pulls itself lazily out of the big lake that is the eastern boundary of my present domicile where I have lived most of my life except for the brief sixteen years when I lived on the southern tip of the big a lake and the sun would rise to my right and set to the left of me causing me much directional disorientation with the lake being to my north rather than to the east where it belongs when I make my Saturday morning run-on sentence along Lake MIchigan.
A Scroll Threw Life 