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Musings of a Drunken @#$hole #5

December 31, 2015 Leave a comment

Glass of whiskeyThere’s a cockroach walking across my table, and no one, including myself, is doing anything about it.

Sort of says a lot about a place like this, don’t you think?

A disgusting creature walking amongst us, and no one notices. Or do they notice, and it just doesn’t seem to be out-of-place? Maybe that’s because in a place like this, it doesn’t seem out-of-place at all. The reason that the cockroach walks so freely amongst us, without a care in the world, is because, in a place like this, the differences between a cockroach and a customer are almost indistinguishable.

A depressing thought to be sure, but it begs the question, how this came to be?

There’s nothing particularly wrong with a place like this. I’ve been to many like them over the years. There’s nothing different about it then any of the other places I frequented. The customers are certainly not of any lower class then you would expect. And the drinks, well the drinks seem to flow with the acceptable consistency that helps its inhabitants reach their desired state of mind.

So let me again ask. Why does the cockroach walk so freely amongst us, in a place like this?

I’m sure that you probably have your own theory, but for me, I feel it’s about Love.

Yes, love is the reason that, in a place like this, the cockroach walks so freely amongst us. It’s the reason, that in a place like this, we find the line between customer and cockroach is so blurred. We find ourselves, in a place like this, most likely by ourselves for various reasons, but ultimately I think we find ourselves in a place like this, secretly searching for Love.

Of course most of the time we have to settle for the love that comes in a glass with the perfect consistency of chilled Gin and Vermouth in it, with just the right about of olives.

Love comes in many shapes and sizes after all, and it’s easy to lose sight of that, and that’s the reason that, in a place like this, that the cockroach is at home, because in a place like this, we ultimately want to love ourselves, so it’s necessary for us to love the cockroach.

Why else would it walk so freely, in a place like this? Certainly if it’s presence offended us, we would just squash it and be done with it. We don’t though, do we? We leave it alone, because secretly we are routing for it. Aimlessly walking through a place like this, we route for it, because we know, in a place like this, after a couple more drinks, we’ll be doing the same. Walking aimlessly amongst the other cockroaches, trying to find love. So, in a place like this, we love the cockroach, because in a place like this, we really just want to love ourselves.

This is only a theory of course. Buy me a drink, and we’ll discuss it further.


Musings of a Drunken @#$hole #4

December 20, 2015 1 comment

CompBookSmallA ragged little book with my nonsensical musings. That’s all I really need.

Beer stained and wreaking of stale pretzels. Sounds wonderful, doesn’t it?

Would you believe some people would call that gross and pathetic?

Me, I prefer to think of it as a treasure chest of revelations; located at the bottom of a toilet. Once you get over yourself and stick your hands in, there’s no telling what you’l find.

But that’s how it is with most things isn’t it? You have to run the risk of getting shit all over you, if your ever want to get to the meat of the matter.

Of course, this point of view might only be temporary. After this next drink, I could feel completely different.  Well, here’s to self discovery.

100 Word Story Challenge: Pagan Traditions

December 15, 2015 Leave a comment

Source: 100 Word Story Challenge: Pagan Traditions

Challenge of the month: write 100 word fiction (or less) about a pagan tradition. Real or made-up, it doesn’t matter.

A Prayer to Black Friday
Hear me, oh high lord of the deal, and take pity on your faithful follower. Give me the strength to trample the unbelievers, so I might make my way to the altar of the 60% off flat screens, while supplies last.

For my need of pristine super bowl converge is great, but my funds are few.

May the undeserving turn to dust and clear a convenient way through to the check-out counter and then onto my energy inefficient SUV.

Ye thee, may an extended warranty be included but is never required.

In your name be praised, amen.

—-written by Jeff Folschinsky

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