Cryptic Worm Floating Adrift

The endless sea of indifference propels the little worm, ever so slowly, floating on a log of invisibility and ambivalent thoughtlessness.

The albatross flies above, but not even he, or she, pays attention to the ill fated annelid.

Yo, the howling wind and torrential rain plays havoc with the rotting vessel that keeps the worm above the watery deep, but the squirming "bird food" pays no attention to the deafening storm, because worms can't hear. 

In previous times, the worm thought of himself, or herself, as a "master digger," an "underground engineer," an "amazing contortionist," but alas, the feckless worm drifts the sea of indifference to "who knows where?"

Don't you just love messages with a cryptic meaning? 

cryp·tic

/ˈkriptik/

adjective

1. 1.

   having a meaning that is mysterious or obscure.

   "he found his boss's utterances too cryptic"

   synonyms:

   enigmatic, mysterious, hard to understand, confusing, mystifying, perplexing, puzzling, obscure, abstruse, arcane, oracular, Delphic, ambiguous, elliptical, oblique; informalas clear as mud "his cryptic c ommentsaher powers of comprehension"

I do not! Unless I'm the one writing the cryptic message. Then it's fun! 

It's kinda freeing to know that just a miniscule amount of human beans actually read my blog.
 I found out about that yesterday. 

That means I can pretty much make fun of any BODY, any orginization, the Amish, short people, etc.

Not that I would ever intend on making fun of folks, but sometimes we slip up and say things we didn't mean to say. Right? 

Now that I know I'm practically alone out here, I can make highly controversial statements and get off scot free, due to lack of interest! 

"President Donald Trump is the GREATEST president in the history of America!" 

You see, just a handful of folks will see this, so I'm in the clear! 

I used to worry so long and hard that what I wrote in my blog would offend a lot of people, but now I know I was worrying for nothing, because I'm kinda writing to myself. What a relief!! 

I enjoy my own opinions, so I won't even sue myself for anything I say! Far out!!

"Cats are the BEST pets! Cats rule and dogs drool!"

Once again, no one will challenge me on that statement, because no one will see it, excluding a precious few. 

It's like this...

As the sweet smell of acceptance permeates the sacred halls of Montezuma, the punctuated absurdity of relentless persecution of aardvarks trip ever so delicately across the misty moors of flora, whilst beauteous realms of hydrogenated oil drips softly from pink clouds of disinterested centrifugal forces. 

If this is too cryptic for ya...see yesterday's blog. 

Thanks!