Looking at the same moon?

Leo, an armchair astrologer, made the bright observation that we are all looking at the same moon and sun. It doesn't matter where we are in the universe. We may be sipping lemonade on a porch in Arkansas or playing checkers in a field in Budapest. The reality is that our gaze upwards focuses on the same object more or less. Leo believed that his observation was sheer brilliance and that his statement had no platitudinous weight. Human beings look upwards to see the same sun and moon. Case closed as far as Leo was concerned. He then resumed drinking his tap water to assure that the fluoride got a hold of his pearly whites.

I agreed with Leo that we are all subject to the same big sun and moon. These objects have been existence long before we were alive and will continue to shine long after our deaths. However, I posed a simple question to Leo: Are we all looking at the same asshole? Leo's answer was shocking and not the shocker that I was expecting. He said resoundingly that we are all looking at different assholes although their form may have the shape of a retarded star. The asshole that my brother views may be in direct contrast to the asshole that Leo sees on a typical Saturday night after a night out at a favorite watering hole. Let's just hope that they have something in common, namely, that cleanliness is part of their asshole game. A dirty asshole is the true shocker as far as Leo was concerned on that starless night.

The unveiling of something small...

Brent is no longer communicating with me because he is getting his period more often these days. Marriage did him in, and he is hiding from me in a little bunker in a lovely section of San Francisco.

Leo has decided to take over Brent's position in this time-consuming blog. Leo most recently purchased a lovely cockatoo that talks and flutters around its cage like a lunatic. The little bird is a few months old and loves to watch movies on the computer; Little Shop of Horrors is the bird's first choice for a cinematic delight. The cockatoo loves to chew on the bars of its cage with tremendous enthusiasm and often times flaps its wings furiously in an attempt to escape to the moon.

I have been learning more about this animal as I watch its behavior and listen to it make bizarre sounds just for the fuck of it. It is a fascinating creature, and there was one instant where the bird blurted my name in mock sincerity. Leo then picked up the bird and set it atop his computer desk. The bird walked nibbled at the nail clippers that Leo had set on the table to provide euphoria for this creature. Leo then cradled the cockatoo and spread its feathers. I thought perhaps there was something on this bird's feet that might be unique to the species. This was not the case and my hope for aviary expertise diminished. Leo quipped: "Ever seen a cockatoo's asshole?" He spread the feathers and there it was...a little twinkling star that was smiling at me as if I were the only person left in the universe.