Take Me Down like I’m A Domino

Windmills, demons of the farm-belt, rustic wind beaters, renewable energy vampires sucking the life out of the jet stream, they glisten innocently in the sun waiting for time and oxidization to take its toll so they can super duplex a farmer or two.

 

The barn, lock-jaw’s succubus, a virgin rusty nail convention, lycanthrope with the teeth of the Hantavirus, a splinter is a soft surface seeking missile powered by age and entropy.  The combine waits, it has nothing to do but shred plant matter and sit as dust settles in the sunlight.  The rural sunset, it waits all day to nab its minstrel pray; hippies and suits alike enjoy its glowing raise.  It is a parasite as it sucks the lullaby emotions to the top of our warm bath minds, we bubble and coo as the radiant light cracks and disperses in oranges, pinks, deep purple eventually to black.  As we are lulled into a dream, that’s when diabetes strikes.

 

The sun and diabetes are like the sucker fish and the shark, how else can diabetes find more glucose to consume or more souls to covet for El Diablo de azúcar?  Without the lure, there is no fish and without fish there are no shows about red neck catfish hunters; what a shame would that be?

 

So in conclusion: open the spigot, tap the keg, crack a walnut, eat a pecan, pet a toucan, follow your nose wherever it goes, join a circus, touch a rainbow of decomposing possums, drink a glass of pink slim filler for lean ground beef and welcome thy self to Friday for today is Good Friday and quite separate from all those other bad Fridays…don’t you think it should be switched to good Monday, I mean because really is any Friday Bad?  We all know all Monday’s suck even when that Monday is a Tuesday (Like Memorial Day).  You know Monday is a state of mind not a day!  Just like Friday, blow it out and love it!