My friends in the dark

Why is what seems to be bad is so easily confused with what is good? I cannot help but question my destined role in the pious carnage that rampages around me. I watch the wind ripple waves in the shallow pools of blood. The salty taste is thick in the air. The angry wolves fight over the last drippings of today’s sacrificial soul. The wolves are asking that I ‘procure’ their next meal. Whom do I sacrifice?

Yosemite Sam

I skim through the headlines and think I know everything. I learned those lessons long ago. I will never have to learn them again. I am old, and the world never changes in my fossilized eyes. I seek to apply my learned artistry of yesteryear’s cartoon logic to win each day with a happy end. I’m the good guy, and I’ll never get blown up.