The Definition of Insanity

A giant redwood fell over the other day and was featured on the daily evening news. It seems this tree was old. Older than me. I wonder what it figured out about life that caused it to uproot itself.

After I posted my last story I asked myself . . . What the Fuck?

You see -- I never quite get around the idea that my next story will be my best.

I never see the rejection coming until Lucy's pulled that GD ball out from under my swingin' boot.

It's not like Lucy's to be blamed. Al Wilson said it best in The Snake. I know the rules of this society when I post a story, so why should I expect anything but what inevitably happens.

Who am I to rage against the dying of the light? You knew darn well I was a snake before you brought me in. Sssssighed the ssssnake.

I'll post another story; and Lucy will triumph. That bitch.

Lucy must be life.

Jill

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