A tale that begins with a beet.

Like, maybe I should have seen it.

Almost....

Look at that near facial symmetry. Droop no more!

And muscle strength... mmmm. Keep trying paralysis, keep at it, but I'm scrappy. Mama didn't raise no quitter. You can't win. Take my leg, take my hand, fingers, fine. But you're not taking the face. Do you know how much of sarcastic expression is facial? Answer: entirely way too much for you to compromise my ability to raise my eyebrows and squint condescendingly, as well as smile entirely too big and laugh entirely too loud. 

It'll take a better war. 

But if not, I take comfort in knowing there's a heaven for a G.



Not funny? Ashley C.P., I know you laughed a little.

Vacío.

Song.

  I am stuck in traffic in a taxicab
   which is typical
   and not just of modern life
             
   mud clambers up the trellis of my nerves
   must lovers of Eros end up with Venus
   muss es sein? es muss nicht sein, I tell you
   
   how I hate disease, it's like worrying
   that comes true
   and it simply must not be able to happen
   
   in a world where you are possible
   my love
   nothing can go wrong for us, tell me

Frank O'Hara.

Come on in.

The water's fine.