Sunday, July 30, 2017
Wags Converse...and act
(rarely)
1
-When I can’t sleep, I spring up
and rearrange the furniture!
-And does such muscular assorting
prove healthful, salubrious?
-Infinitely!
-Impelling one to finally rest?
-Never! I just like moving things around.
-You’re exhausting!
-The sword outwears its sheath!
-Around my digs is a plethora of
fat sheathes.
-Tragic!
-Jeez!
2
-It’s all Beans and Nothingness.
-Existentially upset stomachs?
-Yeah! And there’s no
muckin fexit!
-Must stink!
-You don’t know the half of it.
-Which one?
Labels: action, Being and Nothingness, existentialism, inertia, nerves
Thursday, May 11, 2017
Her Existential View
-Get anything?
-Three things: Pair of honchos full of shit! Sarts
and K. Moose.
-That’s two.
-Third is thing itself! Just as full of shit!
-Don’t you think everything is?
-So far.
Labels: Camus, cynicism, existentialism, night school, optimism, Sartre
