PART 10

Is everything a choice? You don’t have to answer that. Har Har. We’re born without one, but I suppose we can die on our own accord. Not to get into suicide, but is it really that shocking that some of us want to not be controlled by the unknown. I want to die like Hemingway should have died. Fill in that blank for yourself. Amanda wants to be mummified… in the classic manner. Brains pulled out through the nose, organs placed in jars, ect. Mainly, in case another species comes to Earth after the human race is gone. They’ll explore continents and find her body perfectly preserved. Vanity or genius? Speaking of… where the fuck is Einstein’s brain? I bet, where ever it is, it’s a handsome devil. I bet my brain has a binding running down the middle and ruby red with small caverns filled with tiny couples. Some are laughing and some are exhausted. And none of them are paying attention to anything I do. I bet my heart is rolling his eyes.