CLEANSING WITH INCENSE

Yesterday I did not interact with many people because I am not social. The most I did was argue with the turkey vulture who wants me to go out there and harvest fatty inner thighs off old geezers, and dreams of feasting on little girl hamsters who look just like delicious meatballs. Or bon bons. Oh, and whenever my apartment mate was vocalizing over stuff she was watching (extractions, black heads, sebaceous cysts, and ear wax) on youtube, I'd tell her "thank you for NOT sharing". Youtube has been a godsend to her. And she gets odd obsessions.

For over two hours yesterday evening, gentle Vietnamese murmerings issued forth from her computer. Most of the pimple popping professionals are Viet ladies. I do not know how that field ended up being dominated by those people. And I do not want to know. Their dinner table conversation is probably bizarre beyond measure.


Mụn nhọt, mụn trứng cá, mụn đầu đen, u nang bã nhờn, mụn đùn...


Today I really must be more human.

Honestly, I prefer non-reactively listening to people chatter while not actually paying attention to their statements far more than engaging in conversation with them, something which at work is virtually impossible.

Lo, tis the harvest season in our region, all the fields have had their allotments of water, there is ripeness, we shall co-operatively sickle and scythe our way down the hillsides, avoiding pythons and rat snakes. Once it is done, we will feast, and burn effigies of evil spirits.
We have reason to believe that this is pleasing to the ancestors.

Just beyond the civilized zone and human settlements, in the swamps and ravines where diseases and evil thrives (Oakland), there are headhunters and devil worshippers preparing to shoplift at Walgreens while we are in the paddies. We'll return at eventide and find the local Bevmo gutted and burnt, all the precious rice wine taken. Alack. Woe, indeed.


I can't complain. That's what the internet is for. Invade a comment string under an assumed name and make some total stranger's life more surreal. I like to at random blame Trump for my maiden aunt's gout there. Offending sincere Christians and their fellow travellers.
Or spout new age crap. Chakras, auras, healing energy.
Apple cider vinegar, sage, and turmeric.
Fake moon landing.


Om, shanti shanti om.



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