The Cipher

What good is a religion, even a backdoor one like this one, if just anybody can go to heaven? What good's a club if you can't keep some people out?

There's this video at work, you probably heard of it, Faces of Death it's called, the penultimate moment captured on VHS. Same principle: you know, everybody knows about death, but to actually see it, wow. Dickbrains are daily blown away by this, no pun intended.

We used to joke that in my building, the tenants were the vacancies.

Above her bed a shitty-looking plaque, obviously handmade, its burned-in sentiment peculiarly appropriate to my mood and mission: "When Life Gives You Lemons, Make Lemonade." Well, life had given me shit, and I was making a compost heap.

I imagined her friends: blond, bluff looking, jeans and down vests in sensible colors, yelling to each other over swipes and passes of clean snow. It was like a cockroach dreaming of the smell of disinfectant.

Oh yes I'm quite sophisticated, quite the bent voyeur, I can laugh at stuff that would make you vomit.