Monday, April 30, 2012

Mag115 4/30/12 " Denial"

                                                                             image by Manu Pombrol

He had drunk himself into a pickle Jar,
only he did not know :
"Once a pickle, you can never
go back to being a cucumber-"
So he sat reading, stewing in his own juices.

14 comments:

Rinkly Rimes said...

He'll be so drunk he wont be able to climb up the sides!
BB

Brian Miller said...

oy, yeah once you are pickled it is surely hard to go back to just a cucmber...stewed in his own juices...smiles...nice...

Jinksy said...

Definitely , he's in a pickle!

Pranita said...

A deep thought in simple words! Very nice...

When you drown in your crystal clear tears.

Doctor FTSE said...

"He did not know" . . well, he knows now. Great stuff.

Helen said...

I've got to say, pickled cucumbers ~ one of my favorite dishes! Love pickles too ... I'm set. Nice write!

Kutamun said...

Being a pickle is nowhere near as cool as being a cucumber

Steve E said...

I like pickles. I WAS a pickle. It was not all bad, until about year (age!) #18-40...I even got pickled in Pikesville once, was asked to leave. They were really nice, even gave me a ride to the country and left me at a gas station. Kinda dusty that summer!
PEACE! (or pieces!)

Tess Kincaid said...

Once a pickle always a pickle...

themindssky said...

Ohne Gnade. Schade! As they would say in German. Tragic in an ironically funny kind of way ...

turtlememoir said...

"Once a pickle, you can never
go back to being a cucumber-"

that's for sure - nice take

Sreeja said...

That's really true....made me think...

Brian Miller said...

smiles...hope its not too long and life slows a bit for you...

Lydia said...

This image sort of nauseated me, and your mag puts word to the feeling. "Stewing in his own juices" - yup...gag.