a docile vegetarian’s trip to heaven is through scripture-enabled elevators, but I sure was going through a statistical hell within the precincts imagined by Grave Otis that could make one lose shaky teeth. apparently 58 percent of meaty middle-class moms believe that kids owe their success to names –( is it so
?) But then I remembered a real Bill who is currently serving popcorn in a prison sentence, with the previous English one being too long. And out of the multicolored blue, a choked chicken leg piece scaled verdigris walls of my subway sandwich passage; I saw flowers around my world in the stupid, happy eyes of an innocent, twee hippie, lost in a daze that was to be struck by a scimitar chop heralding the arrival of my ground-level destination. I checked into a goat sacrifice at the altar.