Pro Coniferous

A simmering brew of petulancy that the pedantic follow lifes cook book to brew can be attained with the ease of complacency.

A sentence can be served or created, molded or metered out. A splash of verbosity combined with conjunctions conveying ideas while inherently meaning nothing. A respite from a 60 hour work week or part of it. Writing for a living, or living to write; it pays out monetarily or momentarily it pays out in catharsis. We all have favorite words, worlds in which we live, consonants consistently splayed across a monitor or writing pads melting together, vowing that vowels will depict the O face, saying A boy, Eeking out a pittance pitting alliteration against the litter that hates them.

And when it goes too deep inside and scoops out the scum that lines the fascia of the brain, step back and battle the borty. Align the fractured, malign the masses but weave in tightly the words that capture. Breathe in the end of certain paragraphs to pause. Place a bench in the stead of the treadmill as a spot to sit and ponder.

They lite off again on the battle of Autumnal rage, fight fall colors and handtraced turkeys with shorts and sandals in October. Go as a beach bum for all hallows eve, and cleave the dreary shocktober months in half with a kitana of self determination. Erect halogen lights to fight the dwindling daylight, burn piles of rakes instead of the discarded deciduous children, and fuck the cunt of autumn with a giant dildo of comma splices as you try and elicit visceral reactions to your hatred of the season of death.

Handle your substances with care, and strap in safely. With every manic peak, grab a cushion to pad the landing in the deepening valley. Treat life like a gocart track or a rental car. Its not your vehicle so you can beat on it, but youll pay in the end when you return it, or worse get thrown off the track because you sent some poor sap into the tire barriers with a well timed pit maneuver. You can ride it almost until the wheels fall off as long you are careful with your carelessness.

Just another Oxy pad for the morons on the bench.

Dave