Tuesday, October 11, 2011

If Only

Today, I had a root canal.

Beyond the horror is the stench. Beyond the stench is the knowledge that you are going to pretty much smell like that not long after you die.

I would like to download myself into a hard drive. Or up into the cloud.

I certainly find this mortal casing to be a chore.

This is not a call for help but an invitation to care less.

Things die every day.

So why so greedy and fearful, everyone?

Bread, butter, tomatoes, ham. Enough.

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