Today a mere sight caught my fancy....the sight of a memory...of course preserved by none other than the fresh pickles of a very short time. The sight was of an oil spill in the ocean, where through the random concussive nausea and the arbit inane stream of thoughts in a golden chain with your namesake engraved in it, I was finally able to see.....I was able to see Howard...the purpose of my existence..at least in the present tense...
It is I believe to glorify, the absurdity of the oil spill....the mere notion of it being an accident and hence the cause of many many absurd consequences..
Im no environment freak.....so Im just gonna go ahead and say it...the absurdity of an oil spill is perfectly clear to me..and so is its purpose...Well of course some animals die....as would I and as have you already.....but the brilliance of an oil spill can only be appreciated from a distance..
So while i may represent aqautic fuana..I would only be thinking of the ones dead...especially of oil spills.....and heres the twisted part....would feel happy...No of course not...not when i lay eyes upon the poor dead animals....but when I think of the brilliance it must have experiences int hose brief but very remarkable moments of death...
So I can only wonder....as it dissolved into nothingness, was it thankful..for the final brilliant oppurtunity...to be able to say.."now i can die n go to heaven"...??
hope Im half as lucky...
Yours Luckily
Choleric
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