And He Paddled Away In His Douche

He Paused, Twisting His Goatee, Considering The Law In Deuteronomy That Forbade Clothes With Mixed Fibers. A Problematic Bit Of Scripture. A Matter That Required Thought. "only The Devil Wants Man To Have A Wide Range Of Lightweight And Comfortable Styles To Choose From," He Murmured At Last, Trying Out A New Proverb. "although There May Be No Forgiveness For Polyester. On This One Matter, Satan And The Lord Are In Agreement.

You Know Someone For A While And Then One Day A Hole Opens Underneath Them, And They Fall Out Of Your World.

It Was Something... The Way A Person's Life Picked Up Speed, The Way A Life Was Like A Bullet Aimed At One Final Target, Impossible To Slow Or Turn Aside, And Like The Bullet, You Were Ignorant Of What You Were Going To Hit, Would Never Know Anything Except The Rush And The Impact.

You'll Have Pie In The Sky When You Die.

Who Knows What May Lie Around The Next Corner? There May Be A Window Somewhere Ahead. It May Look Out On A Field Of Sunflowers.