Philosophy discussion

Anybody up for some fictional humor?

Absalom!

I had an intense pink throb alright.
It should have been elsewhere, yet it was distinctly on my tongue.
It tasted not of those heart-shaped Valentine’s candies like I had imagined but of something more like that envelope paper in the back slot at the post office.
The back of my throat was so dry.
And there I wrestled with my clothedness, screamed hoarse from that thing we call desire.
The moment came and went like I was some kind of wind-inflated insurance promotional on the corner.
She, like all respectable people, was taught by Lawrence Hill to cultivate a distrust of the color pink.
Her cultivated distrust of my pink deflated that throb by categories whole, by vacuum without the suck.
Oh how I would have screamed Absalom! twice were it not for my hoarse pallor.
My flit was so complete only when I realized as I spat that the toothbrush was hers.

--Hampton Beach, NH

Umm. Humor has a hard task in these troubled times.

For humor to succeed in this jaded, jaundiced, decadent era it should be original. It should be audacious.

Your post reminds me of the myriad of would-be poets of the 1950s. Many felt they were chosen. But few were actually called.

You have to know --technically-- exactly what you're doing. Execution is everything.

Vivid example of what I mean? Try this: