Softball Is The Reason Washing

I Dont Fear Death So Much As I Fear Its Prologues: Loneliness, Decrepitude, Pain, Debilitation, Depression, Senility. After A Few Years Of Those, I Imagine Death Presents Like A Holiday At The Beach.

All The Clothes In My Closet Are Oakland, California, Clothes. You Can't Wear Those Anywhere Else. The Barometric Pressure Drops And Then Where Are You?

Life Contains These Things: Leakage And Wickage And Discharge, Pus And Snot And Slime And Gleet. We Are Biology. We Are Reminded Of This At The Beginning And The End, At Birth And At Death. In Between We Do What We Can To Forget.

Every Crazy Fad From The 1800s Comes Back Or They Never Go Away. It’s Like Fashion, Like Everything’s Already Been Invented, And Somebody Stumbles Onto It And People Will Always, Always Be Looking For An Answer For Some Vague Illness They Can’t Get A Diagnosis For.

I Walk Up And Down The Rows. The Heads Look Like Rubber Halloween Masks. They Also Look Like Human Heads, But My Brain Has No Precedent For Human Heads On Tables Or In Roasting Pans Or Anywhere Other Than On Top Of A Human Bodies, And So I Think It Has Chosen To Interpret The Sight In A More Comforting Manner. - Here We Are At The Rubber Mask Factory. Look At The Nice Men And Woman Working On The Masks.