The Necessity of Making Sense

A skittish kitten would only be skittish for so long. Twenty. Maybe thirty minutes. The point is that skittish kittens can be put to rest. Like you. And me. We are all, after all, kittens to be played along with.

So the ball is let out. Or is it the court? The ball it is. The ball is let out for the kitten to play and she presses her nose against the ball in a sort of random show of affection. Absurdly so. I figured she would have embraced the lethargy by now.

The great Oompa Loompas once said, umm, so I sort of forgot what he said, but I assure you it was quotable indeed. Then there was Humpty Dumpty and the King’s horses.

I hope you are aware that Humpty Dumpty was murdered during his fall to the ground. The king ordered it of course.

Take Michael Jackson for instance.

Or you know what. Let’s not. The last thing I need is another batch of conspiracy theories circling my brain.

The circular motion causes rabies. I assure you, it does. The incubation period takes longer in some people but for most of us it ranges from weeks to months. I don’t want to talk to you if you are rabid. Go find Stephen King and share your castle fantasies with him.

Have you ever thought about Hitler? No? Well let’s think about him together.

Still no?

I’m sorry; your opinion obviously doesn’t count. Because we will think about Hitler together.

Hitler was a misunderstood soul, a person of great dignity. He was cold hearted and tyrannical and he ordered the execution of people who weren’t even born by his time. Six million? He killed 14 million Jews! The history books are definitely on crack. Or maybe Henry VIII ordered their bonfire. That’s how great he was. The man was a legend surely. And don’t forget the tyrannical bastard with sociopathic tendencies part.

He was also able to shame Neo. The numerous attacks on him which he magically survived? That’s something we can learn from him.

And then there is that illiterate Lionheart guy who blogs about whatever his effing bored mind conjures up in the middle of the night. The one jailed for 18 months. Someone needs to get him a pet duck. Seriously.

It always ends with a difference between colours. Always have. Always will.

Makes sense? No?

Makes sense to me. And that is good enough.