Future Flames

In a somewhat commercial mood, one recent individual moaned, “Looking back over my life makes me seasick.”

When things did not go well, this one soul would vigorously swear out, “Fig pits, ah, fig pits,” ‘til one day someone pointed out to him that figs didn’t have pits, and he said, “I know, that’s what I mean.”

One warm thinker proposed, “Life is a concept.”  And an associate retorted, “Life is an advertisement.”  (They later put their two ideas together and damn near came up with something.)

Boy,
don’t you
just hate
talking
about it?

In the future, all real artists will burn their own work.