Friday - Bubblegum

[ninanevermore]

Today on the drive into work, I could not help but notice as I drove past the Ferris Wheel that, instead of a cigarette, the Carney was blowing a big, pink, bubblegum bubble. His new mustache is still rather sparse, but it seemed like a risky endeavor for someone with any amount of facial hair.

I wonder if he is trying to quit smoking? It's not like the habit is taking any years off of his life, but I can imagine how an eternity's worth of cigarette smoke would make your clothes smell.

Comments

[diabological.livejournal.com]

Couldn't have been an eternity's worth unless cigarettes were around before death. Who am I kidding? They probably were.

[neanahe.livejournal.com]

He operates outside the boundaries of time and space, except for how he defines them to suit his needs. He has always had access to cigarettes, coffee, harmonicas and ferris wheels; since they exist somewhere in time, they have existed always as far as he's concerned.

For him, time is not linear, it's cyclical (hence his ferris wheel, which is just a big fat visual metaphor he created for my benefit).

[diabological.livejournal.com]

That's close to what I was thinking but 100 times more eloquent.

[neanahe.livejournal.com]

I'm a poet; eloquent is what I do. Otherwise, we poets are pretty useless creatures. ;)