The Fog

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Today, I was at the supermarket buying groceries for me and my cat, Mr. Cottonfoot. When out of nowhere this woman rams her shopping cart into mine. I was all like: “Are you okay?” Checking up on her. You know, being the total gentleman that I totally am, and she just starts cursing at me (some people are just sooo rude). Then she just stops after a few seconds. She kind of does this half glance thing over her shoulder and just runs off screaming at the top of her lungs. She even left her shopping cart and everything.

Some people are just in so much of a hurry that they can’t even¬†stop to appreciate the simpler things in life: like birds, or clouds, or when you accidently cut your finger and beautiful, scarlet blood starts pooling out. So beautiful. So so scarlet.

Sorry, I’m digressing.

Anyway, I went to the checkout station. The cashier was nice. He kind of starred at me with this blank expression, his pupils had turned to brown sepia toned clouds and were fully dialated. But he did his job. I paid for my groceries and proceeded out the doors. After I packded my groceries into the car, I looked back up at the store and this thick fog had engulfed the supermarket. It was brownish – sepia toned like the young cashier’s eyes. Then the fog was gone and so was the supermarket. Weird right? It just vanished. Gone.

I’ve wonered about that fog.

Where did it come from?

Where had it gone?

Why was it only in sepia tones; why not like, grey? Or something exotic like orange or red?

I may never know the answer to these questions, but, surprisingly I’m okay with that. Maybe we all should be okay with being unable to fully understand some things. Maybe it’s for the better.

Thanks for reading, and today’s Quote of the Day is:

“I chant and I chant, the guttural phrases of my ancestors, but nothing will save me now. Nothing will save any of us. Time will surely catch up with us, and our souls will be forever circumcised from our bodies.” – Bill Shoemaker

Wow Bill! That was just beautiful.

The Birds

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THE BIRDS ARE COMMITTING SUICIDE.

THE BIRDS ARE COMMITTING SUICIDE.

THE BIRDS ARE SUFFERING FROM A VERY VIOLENT DEPRESSION.

When I spoke¬†with their shrink therapist he said that I was a skitzo, that birds didn’t have feelings, that birds are unable to talk and therefore are unable to receive counseling from him.

Highly insensitive I think we’ve figured out why the birds are committing suicide. If there own shrink therapist won’t even listen to them and take them seriously, then how are they going to get help.

Birds are majestic creatures, beautiful in every way, and if one tells you he is contemplating suicide, you better take him seriously, Dr. Seulman.

DEPRESSION IS NOT TO BE TAKEN LIGHTLY, DR. SEULMAN.

I’m sorry, I just get so worked up over those birds. Suicide is a monstrous disease and if not taken seriously will spread vastly through the bird community. THIS MOSTER NEEDS TO BE STOPPED.

Okay, moving on then.

Today’s Quote of the Day is:

“Everything is dead. Everything is dead. Oh my God, everything is dead.” – Charlie Bradberry

I hate that Charlie. He’s such a mood killer. I was having a pretty good day too. Ya know, aside from all the bird suicides.