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The Lady ‘n Smith Show – foto Smith

In bed-time-talk my artist wife says she thought we’d visited a local nature area together.

I say no, at least not in this reality. Maybe in an alternate one, or perhaps I’m not in my right reality right now and this me doesn’t know the usual me here has been there with you. That’s what I need — you know the way the good guys want to tag fracking fluids with identifiable markers, a different isotope for each natural gas well, so if they contaminate the aquifer we know who’s responsible? Well I need a different reality isotope for each possible alternate reality, a marker I can check to see if the where I think I am is the where I really am. Reality tag, biggest game in town.

“Speaking of gas, I’ve been farting a lot lately. Suffering constantly for two weeks. Beginning to think it’s the Universe making a comment on my anti-fracking activism.”

Natural ass gas?

“Yes, I’m the natural gas, not that unnatural fracking gas.”

Very unnatural; basically a big underground pipe bomb.

“And they smell . . . here comes another one building.”

Ah my little fart art tart, such sweet nothings before you slip into sleep.


“To sleep, perchance to dream” – foto Smith

One Response

  1. I had read this on Fb I think.. quite humorous…. I think you both compliment each other very nicely with whackiness.. and imagination.

    🙂

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