I know, I know. There are those who might suppose that I actually think through my hindmost end. Most of those persons, undoubtedly, have observed my fine work here at the blog. I like to think that I’m a little more versatile than that. Sometimes. I do not take offense at the idea that my thinking is frequently similar to that of personages sometimes known in the vernacular as “ass-hats”—not a reference, mind you, to millinery designed for Equus africanus asinus—my thoughts can be odd at the best of times. But of course, I would consider it indelicate to accuse any donkeys of thinking as weirdly as I do.
What seems objective to one may be objectionable to another, though the object, to both, might be to subvert overt subjectivity.
See that? I did it yet again, didn’t I.
Is there an intersection or interaction between fact and fiction—or is the connection only full of friction? Can’t say.
But goofy or not, my thoughts are here. And so, my silly friends, are You. Now who’s the nutty one, eh?
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