It's like a cross between playing dodge ball and hitting a piñata...only more satisfying! It's called knockerball:
Quite frankly, I foresee it as the ultimate solution for all worldly disputes...between anyone and everyone who may have a qualm to settle. Win, lose or draw...everyone wins at knockerball.
Imagine solving all issues with your coworkers during a thirty minute stint of high end, low risk no nonsense hard nosed collisions.
Bang, slam...bam!
Like that with no hard feelings.
The simplicities of theory with the complexity of reality.
That's the paradoxical hypocrisy of life and it's unmentioned duplicitous arts of existence.
Darts and horseshoes are only useful in basements, backyards and holidays....
Here, you just need space and folks...purpose just finds it self.
P.S.
Not to be confused with an SOS
If only I were so lucky
to don a plastic air insulated suit
and
run unimpededly towards all the horde of cowards
that seem to overpopulate
this overly saturated rock of H2O
that hurls itself
seemingly,
endlessly into a vast space of nothingness....
Of Somethingness
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