by Tomorrow's Man
His death is now a week away, but it's still all I see. Driving to work, I watched as a young duck -- probably teen-age old, comparatively -- swooped in to a pond of snowmelt by the highway. His landing was awkward, and hilarious -- but he popped out of the drink and shook off the embarrasment boldly.
I laughed, then thought, "God'll kill him off soon enough."
I guess I've realized the purpose of God -- not to give life, or joy, or peace, or hope.
God's job is just to throw the kill switch.
one day of summer,
the days return to winter,
i know i'm a whiner,
but i hate this charlatan weather.
Contagion or circumstance, watery graves to the searing sand, nothing rots courage like life.
My new town's name is Johnson Creek, but the locals pronounce it "Johnson Crick."
"Johnson," of course, is a euphemism for "penis."
So, I've moved to Dick Crick.
At least I fit right in.
I met someone today whose name is Joachim Jochims, but goes by the nickname "JoJo."
I wish my name caused some fun ruckus with the English language.
On that note, I would like to coin a new word:
Fruckus (n): A very good party, typically involving adult-oriented themes, situations, and content. Originally from the English "fun ruckus," was later used as a slang contraction for "one f**k of a ruckus."
Example: "I bet Memorial Day at the Davis' House is going to be the fruckus of the year!"