Cruise Control

A fresh new playing surface, that's what the spring has given me. A rejuvenation, a rebirth really. A way of life where positive thinking is served fresh daily and failure is discarded like an old shoe. That's the way I choose to live my life. After all, failure is only nurtured by our own thoughts. I have collected them all, like a dreamcatcher, and watched them vanish into the thin air. It's a total Tetris elimination of all of life's challenges. As the speed increases at which pieces drop, I shift them into their fitted place without any hesitation.

Shoulders straight, eyes up ahead, ready for victory.

Snails, Clams, Crabs, Legs


Bad jokes. Bad, bad, bad...really bad jokes. I would think one would be enough...but two? three? FOUR??? Okay, I realize none of this is making any sense but why the hell would it? Does anything ever make sense any longer? Did it ever? Okay maybe once...but I bet you that it was by accident. In fact, accidents might be the only thing on this planet that still make sense...gibberish or genius? You decide, either way...I don't care. I need a metaphor, a clever little metaphor. I'll be back when I find it.