My mother is decaying organic matter.
And, on this day, I don’t know how many years ago (because I am a bad son), she was born and immediately began her path to death.
Today she is one year closer.
And, on this day, I don’t know how many years ago (because I am a bad son), she was born and immediately began her path to death.
Today she is one year closer.
| Where | Who | How Long Ago |
|---|---|---|
| How to Roast a Chicken | John | about 3 hours |
| Kenji, the Serious Eats Foo... | Kevin | about 12 hours |
| this is why tv news is moth... | Sammy | 1 day |
| Obama, Explained. | Kevin | 2 days |
| This is honestly what I thi... | John | 2 days |
| Attention Chuck Pedano: Sta... | Sammy | 3 days |
| I wrote an open letter abou... | Suzanne | 3 days |
| NASA's new biocapsule is ab... | Nobody! | It's new! |
…I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’
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