Are pedophiles responsible for the shape of popsicles?
March, 2010
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Mar 10
Sloth
I love spring but the trash revealed by melting snowbanks is a scourge on the season.
11
Mar 10
Organ Mush
Every time I put something off or drag out an unpleasant task, I am closer to death with nothing to show for it. I’ve had enough. I am tired of letting anxiety rot me from the inside out.
Unpleasant tasks should be done as efficiently as possible to minimize the time that they consume.
Next week, I am going to take a picture every day.
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Mar 10
Savant
The house across the street is having an equestrian competition. The horses are skittish. One of the girls hits hers in the head with a shovel. Accidentally. The horse bolts across the street and rips through the wall of my dining room, my hall closet, and my kitchen. It staggers into the backyard, streaming scarves and mittens. The grass is spotted with dog piss stains.
The horse crumples and dies. Everyone is rushing to take it away but I can’t find my camera. Its muscle fibers are hidden away without my attention. I decide to join the swim team.
Instead of laps, I sink to the bottom of the pool and stay there. This is the longest I have held my breath. I am happy. I do not touch the pool slime. Surfacing, I find that my arms have withered. I tread water and then wake up.