GOD

     She searched everywhere, until finally stumbling upon pink-stone ruins in some unknown city, where small animals (hedgehogs?) took her by her hands, her sides, her legs. They led her up a pink side, and as they walked the stone changed in front of them, like a kaleidoscope, like a dream, a dimension different. Inside, he was sitting at a table, writing and having a cup of, maybe coffee? He was surprised, asking why she keeps finding him. The floor under her feet started to fall away; he was disappearing again ... this was a chance to say something, to stay, to change everything. The door to this world kept closing. He said, "I'm not the one, I only saw you once, brushed against you, you're a girl, don't look for me". The floor was losing color. She was just a girl. And before everything was gone again, she screamed, "I love you!"

Fimbriae of a fallopian tube under microscope. Credit, anyone?

What's inside of you?

     Trash. Had a visit to the "dump" recently, or Landfill, as it's called. Awful experience. Depressing. Who had the idea to excavate the earth and fill it with human-made waste materials is unknown to me. The idea was terrible, but it's still in use every day, all over the world. In some places, the ideas are worse. There are satellites orbiting planets of this galaxy, yet human trash is a problem unresolved. Crappy ideas are all around you, just notice.
     Every human death I celebrate as less trash in the landfill. Famous or not, from this day on I celebrate people dying.