Posted 10 months ago on July 17, 2014, 4:21 p.m. EST by ZenDogTroll
from South Burlington, VT
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Yeah-ya. So. Here I sit. Drinking warm gatorade.
Never mind. . . . But yesterday I went hiking . . .
Walk for miles along the deepest portion of a stream
Angled always toward the sun
When in your haste a slippery rock offend
Take care . . .
Lest the quest of metaphor
Take you unaware.
Yeah-ya. That was yesterday. And today, before I could sit down to drink warm gatorade, I had to go get some. And there were a couple of other errands as well. Not far from the house, there on the pavement, lay a note book, open in the middle, pen inside, and I just drove over it. After a long hiatus from throwing stones at fools here I am, back again, pen in hand - well, keyboard but you get my drift. And there's a notebook, on the pavement. Broken on the pavement bleeding open dip the brush . . . ? Whatever. Iconographic association is so much fun . . .
So there at the store was a clown in a tee shirt. A clown. Can you imagine? WTF?
Inside at the checkout counter right in front of the door stands a big guy. EeYeah. A big guy. Six foot six easy, not far from 250 lbs and not lookin' in the least bit flabby. He's werin' a suit. Really? is that like a DHS suit or something?
By now of course I'm feelin' mildly hostile and it's purely defensive. Experience has shown that when the um guerrilla theater icons begin appearing in rapid succession the only practical response is simply to prepare oneself for eternity because honestly, it isn't all that far away . . . and they are just so damn clever at inducing emotive response . . .
Emotive response . . . like the clown who spoke to me as I left the store. People don't usually speak to me in the store, unless they know me or they are the cashier - that's just how it is. I mean, is it me? or is it actually like that for most people . . . average people I mean, after all it is only fair to exclude the truly gregarious . . .
Anyways this guy says beautiful weather we're having isn't it?
Sure. It's great. He was in the parking lot when I arrived entering the store, he leaves same time as I do, and now he's chatting me up. He's chatting me up about the weather.
Nice weather. It's the transference of energy, of heat. For those of you repelican fukers too stupid to understand what that means, it means the Pole is warming.
We are so fuked.
Never mind the suv that tailed me from the parking lot - it was alone and after I got behind it it stayed alone so I guess you know what that means . . . what? NO? You don't know what that means? well. I think it means we all die alone . . . don't you?
And as the planet heats up I'm sure there will be a whole lotta dyin'.
buckle up fukers.