Olde Fart Excerpt

Immortal beings from the Planet Quip like Ebachaneezer Feathers often mistook boredom for intuition and jelly filled donuts for jest. Intelligent and non-intelligent life forms opined that Quips are lumps on a log and that conversations with Quips is like listening to paint dry. Some Quips accepted these vibes on their personality and culture with pride and celebration. Other Quips including the owner and operator of the North Cascade Inn resisted the wait and see demeanor of immortality in lieu of carpe diem. For Ebachaneezer Feathers to seize the moment was to create in the act of destruction that was the known universe expanding where atoms split, thinking became double thinking, free will splintered into the will of the people, gardens grew into industrial farms, and poetry mutated into prose. All of it can go to Hell except poetry. Economies across the known universe conglomerated poetry with losing money, and while Ebachaneezer Feathers lack of one warped the growth of the other, they remained committed to their craft with one philosophy of life...the pursuit of happiness. It was not politics nor perfume but poetry that expressed this right.