Saturday, November 18, 2023

I STIILL HAVEN'T MET HER YET

 












She's out there somewhere. 
Just beyond the next axe-throw. 
The next kettlebell-chuck. 
Next jabulin I throw, she'll be further away from me than whatever distance it goes. 
But I keep trying, dammit. "Hey, yo, you behind this tree? You better not be. I'm about to throw a sledge hammer. Come on, let's go. Really odd, you lurking behind that tree." 
She's out there somewhere, though. 
Could be crouching behind a log for some ungodly reason. 

Tuesday, October 10, 2023

I SEE NIETZSCHE IN THE TREES

 



Pareidolia is the word people use when they don't understand Nietzsche is speaking to them.
The bar's wet. Maybe he's tryin' to say he's got a cold.