Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire!
do u
feel bad when the
truth
hurts? things get
tangled
up a lot. science
is
sometimes as subjective
as the
next guy. summed
up, all
of the lines in his
face equals
the master
template
of i am happy
and i feel sheer, even
giddy joy as he pumps his
long-time
buddy’s
chest
with an ice pick
over
and over and
over
and over and
over
and over while
encamped
at the base
of
mauna loa.
forensic
anthro
pology
is the
study of
the
lines
in my
face. in
summary,
who
appears
in the
souvenir
photograph
when
every
thing
else
has
been
removed?
