July 25, 2001
Gone fishing

My eyes are unfocused. They are almost glued together by a substance the body creates to ward off boogers from sticking to your eyebrows. Can you imagine what that would be like? Bumps and clumps of hard rock attached to your forehead… We’d scratch and scratch until one by one they’d fall off—using them as fish bait. Such a life we live—taking what we create to use it as bait. Boogers being the best, and with a piece of corn attached we’d catch the biggest fish! Kids in the grocery store love every lick of it! What a lucky fish to be treated like this. It’s as if the humans have finally learned how to share—as well as stare at the people who have boogers stuck to their eyebrows. Without a doubt, it’s got to be cool! To be a booger farmer whose crop feeds fish? This… is what life is all about!