the 23rd
23rd and absurd
Absurdity is my god.
I revere it. I know it, and it knows me.
It gives me comfort when I am distressed. It is there for me when I call.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of reality, which includes people and their shadows, I fear no evil, for thou art with me.
Thy rod and thy staff, they become metaphorical devices for relief-giving buffoonery.
My imagination leads me to clear, deep waters, where I do unspeakable things with lusty women, yet remain afloat. (which is absurd- you can’t do those kinds of things in deep water and stay afloat- wanted to make sure you got that one)
It prepares a table before me in the presence of mine enemies, most of whom can’t even spell absurdity, much less get it when it’s good.
Truly, if absurdity is my shepherd, I probably won’t want goodness and mercy the rest of my days, as they may just get in the way. That would be absurd.