Just A Hobby

After a few rounds, and rhomboids, one tavern philosopher would ofttimes verbally ruminate on his most favored subject, “The Abominable Splendor of Guilt.”

Keep reminding yourself,
“It’s just a hobby.”

Rituals arise from someone who was once on the way to somewhere getting lost, then getting frightened, then making up a desperate ceremony to ward off the shadows of confusion and fear.

If it’ll make you famous, it’ll make you sick.

A certain city poet announced, “The lie that flatters, I abhor the most…I mean, adore the most…I mean…ah, check with me tomorrow.”

J.