dear Xeno,

what if death is a
myth. what if during your last
hours, minutes, seconds

time gradually
slows, until each moment is
an eternity.

did the Tortoise not
teach that the end never comes ?
do we not seek the

infinite between
the infinitesimal ?
I am the star of

this pornography
known as consciousness, and it
is one with no end.

dear lady

hairspray and leopard
print : the key to tricking Old
Age. or so she thinks.

namaste, fat girl.

i gorge on cookies
after yoga to honor
the glutton within.