Once, long ago, when I was a budding young man, I happened upon a field. Below me laid God's own carpet of emerald grass and above me, the blue infinity of the sky, punctuated with cotton-white clouds, bathed in the golden rays of the sun. The temperature there was so perfect, if my eyes were closed and the smell of sweet nature were not so pervasive, I might have assumed that I was comfortably inside my own home. There were no birds, there were no flies, there were no people, there was no clamor, no distractions, no diversions, no divisions. Not a breeze nor a bustling, not a nuisance nor a noise, not a vibration nor a voice...only the slight, nearly inaudible hum of our precious blue marble, turning quietly in the harshly silent vacuum of space.
I then promptly farted...
This is my blog.
Enjoy.
Sincerely,
Mark J. Lucas
Writer, Dreamer, Thinker, Idiot
Friday, February 17, 2012
2 comments:
I am very open to criticism and/or constructive comments. I have no problem with the artful use of foul language. I certainly don't mind praise. If you don't like what I wrote, feel free to mention it, but for the love of god, try to spell things correctly. Obligatory racism, abusive comments containing sexual orientation and dumbass hatespeech of any kind will be met with me promptly taking your ass, wrapping it up in snide criticism, and then handing it back to you, followed by me deleting your idiotic retort. Arbitrary flame wars will not be tolerated. If you post an ad without my permission, I will hunt you down in the night and destroy you.
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Phew! What did you eat?
ReplyDeleteHumble pie...and chili. To be honest, it was probably the chili.
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