someone said that you were an oracle
a lousy one
but that you made good moonshine.
By the time I got there
you were always out of booze
and full of shitty advice
sounds like every church I’ve ever been to
and every philosophy book I never read
How do.
There is a forest behind my house and it tells me stories. I just do my best to translate.
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------------------------------------ There was an old picture of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.
----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.
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someone said that you were an oracle
a lousy one
but that you made good moonshine.
By the time I got there
you were always out of booze
and full of shitty advice
sounds like every church I’ve ever been to
and every philosophy book I never read