Facts

Your heart is beating, sending blood throughout your body. Your brain is a collection of synapses, neurons and axons, carrying signals. The room is filled with oxygen. You are breathing.

Stalkings

Her stalkings have holes. They are at the ankle, designed that way. He keeps looking.

Political Ad

Wide shot of me, in cowboy hat, on horse standing in open prairie.

Cut to close up on face. Face is to right side of screen. Plains behind.

Now, I talk to camera and say: "Fellow Americans, my candidate is a really nice guy. In fact, if I were not running for congress, I would choose him, except I am running for congress, so I must choose me. In addition to being a nice guy, my opponent is a loving father and has made wise decisions about several bills which I would agree with. In addition, he is much better looking than myself and he is better at several sports than I am. Did you know that he volunteers his time to visit the sick and elderly, it's true. He is a man of character and he has my vote, or he would, but I am running against him and considering that I would like to win, I suggest you vote for me, as I will do when November 2nd comes. Thank you for your time and if you see my opponent walking the streets, please shake his hand and ask how his daughter is doing. I understand she has recently broken her leg. Very sad."

Alice Alsup

The Immortals
By Hermann Hesse

Ever reeking from the vales of earth
Ascends to us life’s fevered surge,
Wealth’s excess, the rage of dearth,
Smoke of death-meals on the gallow’s verge;
Greed without end, spasmodic lust;
Murderers’ hands, usurers’ hands, hands of prayer;
Exhales in fœtid breath the human swarm
Whipped on by fear and lust, blood raw, blood warm,
Breathing blessedness and savage heats,
Eating itself and spewing what it eats,
Hatching war and lovely art,
Decking out with idiot craze
Bawdy houses while they blaze,
Through the childish fair-time mart
Weltering to its own decay
In the glare of pleasure’s way,
Rising for each newborn and then
Sinking for each to dust again.

But we above you evermore residing
In the ether’s star-translumined ice
Know not day nor night nor time’s dividing,
Wear nor age nor sex for our device.
All your sins and anguish self-affrighting,
Your murders and lascivious delighting
Are to us but as a show
Like the suns that circling go,
Changing not our day for night;
On your frenzied life we spy,
And refresh ourselves thereafter
With the stars in order fleeing;
Our breath is winter; in our sight
Fawns the dragon of the sky;
Cool and unchanging is our eternal being,
Cool and star-bright is our eternal laughter.

This Right Looking Lady

Too cool to look straight ahead.

This Beautiful Lady

Aw, shit. It's a Beautiful Lady.

This Smiling Lady