Potable agathokak

Good & evil

are an abstraction …

Ergo,

Maxwell House coffee 

is good and evil 

to the last drop


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“The golden knife”

A message from our Founder

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“The philosopher-singer,

Vaughn Monroe had it all wrong,

Ghost riding in the sky

is something I could totally get into.

I certainly could think of

worse ways to spend an eternity.

ii.

Like, for instance,

regular non-ghost cow herding.

Regular cow-herding doesn’t

sound great to me at all.

***

But you can see the dilemma,

as I probably can not be one,

without first being the other.

iii.

Of course, ghost riding

is not for everybody.

Which is why here at the labs

of trefology, before a 

new member starts on their

journey, they are first

asked to search for

their own ‘golden knife.”

iv.

What is a golden knife?

“Example:

Once during one of our long family

drives up to the mountains,

my father turned to me & asked

what my golden knife was.

***

My ears suddenly pricked up

and I was woken from my backseat

long-drive fog.

***

“Golden knife?” I asked, excitedly,

looking around.

“Golden knife?”

v.

My dad just shook his head

& turned his attention back

to the road.

***

“Forget it,” he said,

& we continued on with our silent

drive to top of Raymond Mountain.

vi.

Later, after we arrived

at the family cabin,

my mother explained that my father

had asked me if I had a goal in life.

But I assured her I all ready had

— and that was to find the elusive,

magical golden knife, as promised

to me by Fortuna.

***

And I vowed to my mother that

from that day forward

I would never stop looking.

“Never-never.”

***

DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR MAGICAL GOLDEN KNIFE IS HIDDEN?

(If you all ready have your golden knife, might we hold it for a bit?)

A fish on the sand

One day at the beach,

sitting on the sand,

and watching the surf

come in and go out,

I saw a fish emerge

from the ocean.

***

It flopped a bit,

seeming to catch its

bearings, then stood

upright and began

walking toward me!

***

It came within a foot or so —

then the fish, so says, says

he to me,

“Aye, m’boy, how mad is this?”

***

But before I could answer,

the fish flicked its tail,

sending bits of sand into

my eyes.

***

“Hey!” says I, squinting

through the sand.

***

A second later, and

the fish was headed

back to the surf.

***

He made good speed, too —

you can lay to that!

And all this, mind you,

despite the lack of

pedal extremities.

***

He needn’t have bothered,

though. The fish had

nothing to fear from me.

***

I wasn’t mad.

Just disappointed.

***

For it wasn’t evolution

I was witness to —

***

just some

dumb

fish

gag

.


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despite how it may appear our founder is not strangling this dog