All Praise to Oghma
Today's Julian Date is 26169.
Danglers
Strangers say dangers are everywhere. So too do those I do know.
“Butch, I’m invulnerable,” the drunk coin-expert said to the Latin teacher.
Lately I have been driving up and down the coast. I work in another state in the summer. While I drive I listen to a History podcast. That’s my thing lately cause there’s a History of everything.
History is interesting not because of battles or the drama of power. It’s interesting because of choices, characters, and funny details. The past shapes what can happen to us today. History can be the biography of an artist, the origin of a political system, how myths became mythology, how mythologies become academic studies, how academic studies become psychologies and how psychologies become sociologies.
History, let me know what life can be like, what mindsets cause, what luck can generate.
History, I have something to say. I am a wildebeast with a white heart, bleached by Summer. W-wait, no I didn’t mean to say that. Let me try again.
History, I am an invulnerable wheel-honky with a pad of paper and paint pens, and I shall bake the ocean of rivals within each of us into a salty cake. I will conquer the grape syndicate and stroll through potatoes with a pennyroyal tea. I shall find a way to turn the road into a diary, I will let the collective unconscious know it has a little billy to swim in.
Burp Frnaklin
Burp the alphabet if you’re so great! Fart proudly!
