earlier today i was driving my car and saw this guy... now it was a pretty glorious spring day and he had his convertible top down... full head of hippy hair floppin' by the lock... and he drove past with this look on his face... all vacant and somehow trustworthy... except there was more... he was eating a giant grease sponge of a cheeseburger... it wasn't barely 1030...
i thought i could title my blog this absurdity some how... but the detail it would take to capture this priceless goof of universal order would start abruptly and probably never end... like carl sagan reborn as the cow that made that moment worth laughing at... i wonder if anyone ever took the time to realize the irony and hilarity of making your epitaph... "moo..."
then i remember all of the proximity that that weirdo and i share... if things were slightly different in the fundamental super-structure of scale and scope and shape... and if your keeping it... score... where to fix one extends the range of the other to include infinity... some people say they could have been trevon martin... i could have been this guy... not to mention all the others...

*stranger isht has happened than encounters with an alternate self...