Horse Feces In The Pasture Of Life
March 26th 2007 15:36
In the performance of my weekly horse-dooty duty, my mind wanders in many directions. Flights of fancy, ruminations, and down-right absurdity are my own personal reverie while completing my smelly, gooey task. Most recently, I found myself considering insulting metaphors, and having quite a bit of fun with it.
Perhaps there can even be a therapeutic relevance to such mental meanderings, as they may indeed facilitate a ventilation of anger that likely most of us need from time to time. And, of course, I tend to take to the level of absurdity.
May I share?
You are puss in the pimple of life.
You are dandruff in the scalp of life.
You are smegma in the crotch of life.
You are dried snot in the mustache of life.
You are a twitch in the muscle of life.
You are herpes on the genitals of life.
You are bankruptcy in the abudance of life.
You are a hard stool in the peristalsis of life.
You are vomit in the digestion of life.
You are a low battery in the cell phone of life.
You are a fly-ridled horse fece in the pasture of life.
Wow. I feel great!!
Care to share?
deorre
Perhaps there can even be a therapeutic relevance to such mental meanderings, as they may indeed facilitate a ventilation of anger that likely most of us need from time to time. And, of course, I tend to take to the level of absurdity.
May I share?
You are puss in the pimple of life.
You are dandruff in the scalp of life.
You are smegma in the crotch of life.
You are dried snot in the mustache of life.
You are a twitch in the muscle of life.
You are herpes on the genitals of life.
You are bankruptcy in the abudance of life.
You are a hard stool in the peristalsis of life.
You are vomit in the digestion of life.
You are a low battery in the cell phone of life.
You are a fly-ridled horse fece in the pasture of life.
Wow. I feel great!!
Care to share?
deorre
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