3/15/2008
I've Often Wondered...
Will there be 12 men in the room when I die? Or only two...or will it be a mirror?
If it's the first, I hope I ain't wearing the frilly underwear. If it's the second, I hope I hid my cash. If it's the third? I hope I don't sneeze.
If it's the first, I hope I ain't wearing the frilly underwear. If it's the second, I hope I hid my cash. If it's the third? I hope I don't sneeze.
The Walk Home
And it was in that moment when I finally and rudely realized what was preventing me from advancing the second step.
One can hardly be said to walk well when one is inebriated, less likely (doubly so) after one has plunged (nose first) into the solid oak floor.
One can hardly be said to walk well when one is inebriated, less likely (doubly so) after one has plunged (nose first) into the solid oak floor.
Unification of the Senses
Unifying the head, the heart, and the genitals to admire the form bent before me is the process by which I realize I am made up of at least three--forever separate--essential organs.
Ultimately
Ultimately the social milieu in which you are born is as inconsequential as the location of said birth. Both lead to false identities and diminish--feverishly--one's eventual originality.
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