Every Wednesday I reserve the shop for myself. Striding through the isles, gathering for food. I sometimes ask them to release a rabbit so the ridgeback can do some hunting. I wonder what I should do with all the paws. Maybe I will dye them green and sell them for St. Patrick’s Day.
Whatever you do, is it forbidden to think? Do you really have to obey? Or is there a way out? Is this wall going to stay white? Or don’t you think some mental advice would be nice?
He was suicidal his whole life long and some day in the late 90s he finally succeeded. What he did not expect was rebirth, despite that he was agnostic. Fate, chitin, and a shell now teach him to value the own life. When he had to choose in the intermediate world what to take over into his next life, he chose color.
They recently had a contest for New York’s free condom design. One of the proposals showed a subway train entering a tunnel. Besides the kitchen at Washington Road, there are few things dirtier than NYC’s subway system. They chose the design with a power on button. A formerly gender- and sexless symbol will soon get a new meaning. The power button is a clean symbol, at least my power buttons are clean. I never switch off.
It was a great day in Williamsburg. Didn’t it rain today?
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