What's It All About? (WIP)

         My thoughts tend to jump around like drops of oil on a hot griddle. They don't 'dance' around, because dance is usually organized and follows specific moves and is harmonious. My thoughts 'jump', trying only to escape their current positions; not with any particular goal in mind. This jumping of thoughts has led me to the following landing points.


Love is fickle.

"One of these days, POW!! Right in the kisser!!"
Then 30 seconds later...
"Get behind me, honey!! I'll deal with this guy!"

The Jeep Corporation gives me the willies!

When poison goes past the expiry date, does it become more deadly or less deadly?

If the world were to end tonight, would you be upset that everyone east of you got to exist longer?

Why are so many pharmacies so cruel? Smokers (and others, to be just) must walk past the temptation of cigarette displays at the front of the store to get to the "pharmacy" (I thought that's where I was?) to pick up the meds the docs have prescribed to treat these customers' COPD, CHF, etc. "We need a cleanup person up front. Chuck, pick up a customer that's fallen in aisle two." "Oh, and Chuck, call for an ambulance, please, when you get a moment."