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?
