It’s day’s like these I really wish I didn’t have to write a story. I’m pretty sick today and haven’t been able to complete my challenge of finding a new place for my story to go.For now I’ll just post the story but I promise I’ll update this tomorrow morning with a photo of it in it’s new home.
So my friend sent me this comic strip he found above a urinal in Portland Oregan.
Philosophy fly
He can make frogs question their sexuality
And spiders fret over their individuality
But he doesn’t know why
So he starts to cry
Perhaps he should stop
But then the penny drops
He remembers old man grasshopper
Who always came a cropper
He met obstacles with aggression
Instead of a well phrased question
He once made an accusation
About the meaning of creation
And lost his only friend
Never knowing why it did end
So philosophy fly wipes away a tear
And vows to spread curiosity, not fear
freyawrightbrough 