Thought of the Day

Better than Gravestones

Cannibals have the right idea.
Not the flesh eating,
but making every part
of the deceased
a part of themselves.

Happy Thanksgiving Weekend!

Happy Thanksgiving weekend everybody! My body is still recovering from needing to enlarge itself in order to contain the quantities of food I stuffed into it over the last two days. I must admit, however, that despite my levels of consumption, I fell short of my goal of devouring the entirety of a pie, coming in at a weak six slices on Thanksgiving. Curses. But, I hope that everyone out there had a good thanksgiving full of turkey - and if not turkey at least some quality form of poultry (or poultry substitute for the vegetarians - how about that! a parenthesis within a hyponated offset! And now hyphens within the parenthesis within the hyphens! - ) - and much good mirth and an ample quantity of quality drinking time. And now back to my standard weird postings and long delays between them. Wa ha ha ha GOBBLE CHOMP CHOMP EAT THAT TURKEY! EAT IT!!!

The Number of Lemons Mankind Will Consume

And right there
we had confirmation
from the computer.
The last thing
that could be known
was known.
A couple technicians
clapped and faltered.
A coffee cup cooled
in Jeff's hand.
Melanie wiped away
a mascara smudge.
Someone in the back
faintly asked if
"someone should
maybe say a few words."
The supervisor shrugged.
Low murmurs erupted
as we turned away from
the perfected uselessness
and the number of lemons
mankind will consume
during its existence
unexpectedly increased
by one.

More proof that bathrooms are the key to creativity

I feel that I must add the disclaimer that I was not actually using the bathroom stall when this picture was taken. I was simply recording a strange optical effect I noticed (the tile is all white, the green is the product of light) on previous occasions.

Damn it, another picture

I know I've got a bit of a photo theme right now, but I've been churning through the Romantic period of poetry for my reading list and cranking out poems for my thesis, so the random writing gnomes are sleeping in my head. If you don't like it, you may file a formal complaint on my comment section. Then you can burn in hell. If you don't want to burn in hell, than that's your problem you selfish bastard.

This is a picture of my glasses having a picnic in the park with a chihuahua. I'm not sure what glasses eat, but I'm sure it was a good meal. Probably bits of sand for the glasses and bits of bug for the dog. One never really knows how these things work, but I guess that means that "one" is just really short sighted about the way the world functions. Stupid One. One needs to get its act together.

Here is a picture I took of a Chihuahua looking out a window at a cat. If you don't like it, fine. Be that way. You stubborn pile of welded together junk at the end of a pier.