Look Both Ways
I read about animals who never sleep or never stop moving or swimming or flying.
I see a story on the news about a kid who got hit by a car running across the street to play in a sprinkler.
I’m at the store and they’re saying the kid is Gunner Mike’s nephew, and Gunner Mike said the kid is gonna live but Gunner Mike is afraid the kid’s dad is gonna OD at the casino on all the Go Fund Me money.
The kid doesn’t live.
That’s on the radio in my car while I’m staring at a flat I don’t have a spare for.
I would rather have music on the radio than the story of a dead kid and I would rather have a spare tire than nothing at all and the stuff I’m grateful for right now is that I can sleep and that I can’t fly or swim under the eyes of some allegedly supreme being who won’t let me stop.
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📸 by me on Belle Isle, Detroit, Michigan
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How often does she try to tell you, she’s busy.
As for blame, talk to the joker who made a bet and Job got screwed.
It has always fascinated me how people will blame God for bad things, when a lot of bad stuff is a result of our own human cussedness.
Still hurts.