Foxy Pathologist

Monday, September 04, 2006

the main problem with life is death.
like the slow burn of jalapeno in my mouth right now. religion gets the most from the first pass metabolism of this thought, but then you move on to angst. ah the indigestion of it all.
despite my huge superstition regarding #13 and near sedarian idiosyncracies when it comes to air travel, i did survive a flight sitting in row 13. (unbeknownst to me until we landed).
don't judge the fish. that's my favorite sign in the pirate shop on valencia.
the other problem would be human nature.
i walked straight into that buddhist temple and declared to the nearest saffron clad baldie, "i'm gonna be the best goddamn llama you've ever seen". yeah, it all went down well.