7/21/16

Doi Pog Wondering




As time passed early this morning, I found a spot in the tile that looked as a baby octopus.  All bulbous head and very short tentacles*.  Staring back at me from it's frozen marble space, 'HEY MAN, you're not even a real animal or fish or whatever, stop making me feel feelings for you!' I screamed at it.  It's expression did not change, but it felt comfortless and less attached.  Poor octopus, you never wanted this...

It was then that I saw the light and heard the alarm.

As I ran for the door to make it out on time, a flood of thoughts raced faster than my feet.  Thoughts of being, thoughts of existing, thoughts of design - thoughts of purpose, man.

When the sun stung my eyes and the humid air hit my lungs, I realized what was most important...


that I need to stop drinking and passing out inside furniture stores.



* How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?
   Ten tickles, of course

2 comments:

Sullivan said...

Lay off the acid

T Sull said...

Hansel, haven't you been smoking payote for the last few days, and couldn't a little of this be in your mind?