December 2009
4 posts
Earlier today while buying Christmas presents at Petco [don’t judge me] this screechy little girl was begging her mother to let her have a 600 dollar bored-and-depressed cockatoo but her mother was nowhere in sight so she just started latching on to the nearest pair of legs and yelling. My legs were the closest. She wrapped two hands way up high on my thigh and tugged and wailed. It was...
“All that lives, lives forever. Only the shell, the perishable, passes away. The...”
– originally from the Bhagavad Gita, but also passed to Nate Fisher in an accidental-extacy-tablet addled dream sequence from his dead & enlightened father.
