wanty (17/7/24)

 

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want hype?... go to a hypermarket… want soup?... go to a supermarket… want a village?... go to a village shop… want a farm?... go to a pharmacy… want a tail?... go to a retail outlet… want a grocer?... go to a grocery… want a key?... go to a kiosk… want a house you can wear?... go to a warehouse… or be a snail…… want to make a mark?... go to a market… want a boot?... go to a boutique…… should for some strange reason require a tail, go to a tailors… want a tan?... go to a tannery… if you wants facts, well, obviously, go to a factory… and if all your after is something tacky, go to the tack shop… but should all you want is nothing, then, get thee to the nunnery… want, want, want, we are so unfathomably wanty……

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psst…. no one really knows the origin of the word ‘smug’, even when they smugly think they do…… now say ‘smugly’ over and over and over……

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can we truly exist in the same space at the same time?... on social media we rarely do and if we’re face to face can we even be so then?… my internal clock may not tally with yours, I am also several atoms removed from you and no doubt being a different lass to you could it be I move slower or faster through time or that already I am ahead of your or, perhaps, behind?... are we simultaneous or parallel, or offset?… and should I get a life and think about more concrete things rather than such a philosophical, and even philological, conundrum?… and why am I asking myself these questions to which I know I don’t know the answers for, unless it’s because I do actually know but don’t know I know what I actually know?… finally, have I used my week’s punctuation ration of question marks…?…… answers on a postcard please, you remember postcards?…...

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