Of sleepless night and incompetence alike

If getting wise was such an effort, ignorance is bliss. Damn who ever came up with the concept of wisdom teeth was inherently blind to the fact that his or her competence was at an all time low.

So what was the creator thinking of when he made wisdom teeth??
"Oh look here .. I have some spare time, now that i have made man the greatest living thing on earth let me throw in a few more teeth so he can grin about his greatness when the time comes."

I have reached the conclusion that God was on crack when he did this and for the longest time has he denied his addiction. He needs rehab. Not the kind of rehab where you sit in a circle and talk about life and your problems, but the rehab of old. You know what I mean, shock and awe therapy, positive conditions (classical or otherwise). Stick him in an electric chair and doze him with current every time he fancies to include another redundancy for the greater good of this bioshpere.

I'm not the only one who would be thankful, think of all those mastodons who would be grateful for the fact that they dint have to grow their posterior mandibles so far out that the animal kingdom gave up the idea of elephant braces.

Wisdom teeth... whats so wise about wisdom teeth anyway. As the damn teeth pierce through my gums and eventually my skull into my well endowed brain all i can think of are ways in which these teeth are making me dumber.

Here are a few examples of why Wisdom teeth have made me Smarter,

• Knowing fully well that man needs solids to survive, wisdom teeth have made me smarter in which i have now switched completely to a liquid diet. That's right i can see the metaphysical side of things now, how if liquid were my only solids liquids would inherently be solid. Eat your heart out Einstein I am a freaking MENSA GOD.
• Knowing fully well that man needs sleep to survive, I have now switched to sleep deprived mode. Well whats the point of sleep when there is so much to see at night. Like other people sleeping. I get it masked avengers of the night sleep very very little, but masked avengers of the night don't stop in the middle of some good old vigilante to go "Just a second i need to numb my gums, Hold that evil thought ill brush..be back and then we shall settle this Mano a Mano."
• Knowing fully well that martyrs of the past dint show fear or pain, I have now switched to a I don't need to be no martyr mode, where i wear a sign of distress across my forehead (thank god for post it notes). That's right I am branded .. class A in pain mo fo.

At the end of it all I say petition for God to get some freaking wisdom , thrown in a few teeth in his already gleaming and packed gums and see how he freaking reacts. And then for the heck of it tell him "Well you know pain... It only builds character, what doesn't kill you apparently makes you wiser...Go figure."

Sigmond the Wise with the teeth to prove it

Burble the Blimp and Kirby the squiggle


Burble the blimp was never good with words, nor could she hold a tune,
With her magnanimous voice and tone alike she could make the dead bloom.
She was worse in many things but of all in maths she sucked,
Where 1 + 1 would be three and this she masked with blatant luck.
Kirby was sired from a long line of well established gibberish,
For him the world was a filled with lines and somehow always seemed a bit bluish.
If ever there were a stranger pair, i would glady wax an ode,
But since I know only of them, the story of Blimp and Kirby so goes.
They found each other lost within the spaces of there mind.
One was in search of multiplicity the other the end of the line.
Crashing into each others world they found a certain crescent,
Where Burble knew the exact science of Kirby's linear predicament.
"2 + 2 may be five, But I know what drives you mad,
The shortest distance between two points in called in this part of the world a cab."
Kirby stopped to think a while to what Burble had said,
That's the key to the mystery that lay deep inside his head.
So Kirby lit the grey big lamp, the one which had lay inside asleep,
He said to Burble you will always be mine, your wisdom shall i keep.
Burble was so joyous with joy she could hardly think,
They both were lost and not concerned that Burble was a blimp.
The wisdom of your wise ones say that when a blimp is dire,
She may grow so big with hope and lust that the she might just expire.
Burble grew and grew till she was afloat and with her she carried Kirby,
Only to realize that that Kirby was barbed she should have seen that surely.
I shall not go on for I am saddened with grief for what was to happen,
I leave you with the sound that rung and left the night dampened.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Long John Silver and Bootstrap Bill
An ode to the sea