Axoms and Blue Sky Detectors

On the train to work this
afternoon, I saw an Indian
Richard Nixon smiling at me.

I would like everyone to know that I have blood on the floor of my cellar. I do not know where it is from, but the stairs have a perfect drop that leads to more.

The smell of gasoline mixes with the odor of skin and
accumulates in my large intestine.
Perfume drifts by my periphery as another girl with long
straight mussed brown hair pulls her feet along behind
her hands.

Hain's First Law
Everything happens because of human choice.
You met your new husband on the subway not because of fate or luck or destiny.
You met him because both you and he woke up that morning and chose to go to work.

Blue sky rainbow.