Steam Engine Interlude

Transubstantiation used to come easily to me, but these days I just can’t seem to get my beans flowing uphill, if you know what I’m saying. Too much centripetal interference or something. Every now and then I manage to close the window, but even then things tend to get viscous. My kingdom for a menhir!

Still, this is no job for Mysteries Inc. Every now and then you just gotta shovel some dirt into the toilet, you know? And if that doesn’t do the trick, well, you can always intensify the context. Otherwise all you have is circumstance, and nobody wants to go down that road without a return ticket. Like they say, there’s no undoing what can’t be done. They say a lot of things though.

But all viscosity aside, bulk realizations are usually nothing but trouble. One day you’re shucking shrimp on the interstate, the next day you’re churning ice cream in a dixie cup, and all the while the Magic 8-Ball just keeps saying “outlook not so good”.

I dunno, sometimes I think I should just let my hair grow.