There’s something in the air. Somethings. Some float, others dive, some are living, some are dead, some you used to know other are strangers. It’s an enclosed environment, which means, on some level, they want to kill you or you want to kill them. They aren’t as interested in killing me. I don’t piss off the air like you do.
If I was a bird I’d have baleen in my beak, and suck the plankton and kree from the air. I know there aren’t any plankton or kree in the air, but, shit, y’all know I’m not a bird with a baleen beak.
For me, of late, there are more things in the air than usual. I’m not talking the inviable ones that make me sneeze and rail against god and cabbies and you, I mean after-images, reflections or ghosts of things that already didn’t exist, Roy G Biv things. Well, no, light exists, it’s just not sentient, probably. If it were I think it’d be competitive about the speed of light and if we were approaching the speed of light, light would probably print the last few million miles or so.
There are other things in the air. I haven’t a clue what the fuck they are but I’m pretty sure they are there. I know there are things on earth and in the water that I don’t know what the fuck are and so it both stands to reason and statistical probability that there are the same sort of things in the air. By same sort I mean same category; things I don’t fucking know.
Seeing how I just used a form or two of to fuck, the air has the creature most often described in phrases of discontent; Fuck a Duck. Duck also spend time in the water and on the earth. The phrase does not specify where the duck fucking takes place. They are unique in this. I mean no one says Well, Fuck a Water Fowl, fuckers choice. No. No Fuck a Raven, fuck a tit willow (which would be more suggestive but doesn’t exactly trip off the tongue).
To sum things up; There’s something(s) in the air and if you want to have intercourse with one or more it’s best to do so with a duck, or easier to explain, sort of. I don’t think people are in favor of duck fucking, even those prone to use the phrase. But try explaining swam fucking. Um, I hear that’s hard.
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