I have been meaning to write since that traumatic night in July, when I was forced to drink far to much wine and dance to the sounds of faded crooners. I still feel dirty. The soap has no effect. Anyway I guess what I’m trying to get around to saying, and believe me it’s hard for a super hero to say it, especially one as handsome and well respected as me is…
What’s that there on the wall?
It’s a fly.
Didn’t work, did it, that moment of distraction. I blame evolution. People are wising up to my ways. Thanks. There I said it. Spat out like toothpaste down the drain. Dragged from my bleeding body. Oh how I wept. The heavens should open, and consume be before I utter another nice word. Has it come to this!
“He’s lost the plot” I hear you say. “He never had” it said Tony. What is the plot or even can words express a situation or condition adequately enough to convey meaning? What is meaning? Just because a larger percentage believe Blue is blue, is it? People struggle for meaning and then there is the sentence “who are you”. Drives me absolutely bonkers that one. Are you a name or function or more? How did the word “who” get into the dictionary? Was it placed there to make us think or simply just annoy?
Well I’ve had my rant, and it’s about 5:30 on a Saturday so I’m off for a shower. Life goes on or so it seems.