Hey, writer-type folks. Every Friday we do a fun free write. Basically, you can write whatever you want in the comments section. You have TWO minutes. Have fun. The more people who play, the more fun it is. So tell a friend. If you have one. If not, tell your enemies.
It's either the brain or the eyes. Could be both. There is a film over everything you let your eyes land on. It is like looking through cheap drugstore glasses smeared in vaseline. Close eyes. Open. Goddamn, it's still fucking there. What the hell? What the hell. Why fight it? You'll only lose. Maybe you'll die. Maybe the medical insurance company that sucks all the money out of your bank account will inscribe your member number on your headstone.
Then, they'll bill your family. Condolences and shit. Give us the goddamn money and God bless the USA.
Gotta go another round.
So the hands spin and you try to take the longview, but you usually fail. You think back on the dinosaur tail of frustration that has really only been a few decades. You look forward to the years that fan out in front of you like an obscene Geisha dream. You don't 'look forward' to it really. It's just an expression. Don't get yourself all worked up.
I'm changing it up. I'm a huckster. I'm a ten cent bet that guarantees nothing, but fits your budget. Here's a chisel, write it on my forehead. Warn the others. It's the only civil thing to do and you believe in civility don't you? Or maybe he does. I sure don't. That's a lie, but isn't everything?