I Cried. You Will Too.

I did a google image search – “hate dirigible” – and nothing interesting came up, so I wrote this hateful little poem:

green spring sky shit plop,
haiku haiku haiku, hai!
thelma and louise

I’m sure my next patient is going to be here in 8 minutes. I’m going to surprise him with my total lack of preparedness. I don’t even have any blank paper, much less printed material. This is air traffic control, though, so maybe I’ll have him describe how to build an airplane for 90 minutes. Here at ATC they tell me the distance a controller allows between planes is directly proportional to the size of their mortgage (no mortgage = daredevil, etc.)

The above painting is from the Museum of Bad Art, a website that redeems this whole newfangled internet fad. Its title is: "He Was a Friend of Mine". I laughed. I cried. I wondered if the cat ghosted the dog. It also reminds me of the time I pretended to be Michal Vick. (Don't laugh - people here don't know he's black.) Yep, those were fine times. Come to think of it, it was yesterday. I fooled some guy into telling me where all the tunnels in Czech Republic are being built. Oh, the secrets I carry around in my little egg-head...