Wednesday May 16th 2012 Tim
A gardener could completely lose
control of his emotions, arm himself to the teeth with death rays,
ground penetrating radar, put a camp bed in his Vegetable Garden and
demand passports from anything that has eyes or no phloem.
And because I am delicate and susceptible to sun and become petulant in
heat, I would require shade, and maybe some sort of cooling device which
would mean an extension cord for electricity.
And once there's electricity there
might just as well be a television so that contact with the theoretical
world can be maintained, and an ice cream machine or something that makes
those doughnuts, with the strawberry jam inside, that constrict the
digestive tracts of those much closer to the grave than the womb, and which
can be found in the Grocery store next to the blue icing birthday cakes, and
which are worth every last penny of doubt.