More like a Tidal Wave of Absurdity!
So, I had this notion to write a “stream of consciousness” piece a la Jack Kerouac with On the Road, but in microcosm. The problem, of course, is that I’m a self-branded “Literary Absurdist.” Everything I craft tends to devolve into an unreasonably foolish manifesto; my attempts at stream-of-consciousness writing doomed to become a tidal wave of absurdity destined to walk with the ghosts of Kierkegaard and Camus.
Nevertheless, I feel the bold experiment is worthy of the attempt. Thus, I will now write down in the realm of the blogosphere my thoughts as they pop into my head without governor or censor.
Why are Monkey Puzzle trees an accepted form of vegetation, but I tell people I drive a classic Barracuda and all of a sudden I’M the weirdo?
“Plucky” rhyming with “sucky” is just a coincidence? I don’t think so!
A candlelight dinner is romantic, but I burn down my employer’s place of business and suddenly I’m an “arsonist.”
Bite the ears off a chocolate bunny and you’re the life of the Easter-egg-hunt party. Bite the ears off a real bunny at the same party and you get 3-10 months in the county lockup for animal cruelty and child-endangerment through “traumatization.” WTF?
There cannot be a God, because if there was a God, you could eat all the meat-lover’s pizza you want without getting fat or gastroesophageal reflux disease complicated by bouts of uncontrollable flatulence…. … … I’m just sayin’.
Thinking about how many people are using toilets on a global scale at any given moment scares the shit out of me… … … which is more than a little ironic.
Why isn’t the male urinary tract a place to plant and grow penises?
Wait. Singularity is a state of space-time and not the condition of being perpetually unmarried?
Ponce de Leon searched for the Fountain of Youth, but you catch me naked searching for loose change in your couch at three in the morning and that somehow makes me the bad guy.
Why tell people they can do “whatever floats your boat” if they are not nautically inclined?
Do owls know they are annoying?
Is reality a thing you win in the lottery?
Does whipped cream ever cry out in pain?
Does this look infected?
Just who the hell was the first one to consider pairing piss with vinegar, and did he or she prepare the takeout salad I’m eating right now?
Why isn’t “teaching the world to sing” the highest-salaried profession ever?
Shouldn’t God offer a lifetime warranty? No! Wait! An ETERNAL warranty!
Holy shit! Birds really do appear every time you are near! Stop that.
Why don’t meter maids clean your car?
If I keep digging in my backyard — I mean REALLY keep digging down deep — will I eventually find my dignity?
Fuck salamanders with the knowledge to cure all human illnesses! Am I right?
Clowns aren’t creepy … unless you find one in bed with your mom … after hours … in the middle of a department store … reenacting Lord of the Flies.
Mailboxes; what are they up to?
Son of a bitch, mom was right! If you do THAT you really will go blind! … … … Wait. No. The lightbulb just burned out. My bad.
Turns out I really am the only one who can prevent forest fires. And I’m sorry Sierra National Forest burned to the ground, but back off; as you can imagine, my hands are pretty full right now.
And finally, it all comes down to this: The only people who wholly understand the true nature of the universe are those who wash their clothes in a pay-launderette at three in the morning. Who knew enlightenment cost exactly $9.75.
Roll on, Cosmic Black Wave. Roll on.
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