Reflections in the tank

Ever stand for a moment as you raise up the lid, contemplating the reflection of your face you see there. Is it your destiny? Is it where you can find yourself whenever you lose yourself? Is it really you looking back? Do you hate the face you see? Do you ever smile? Is it old? Do you anticipate the distortion peeing standing up will do to that view? Is it a pleasant anticipation? When your face disappears in the yellow swirl, do you lean forward slightly, as if pulled into it?

You pee sitting down?

Never mind!

The Spread

There is in all of us the inevitable spread. Sometimes it is nutritional, sometimes genetic. sometimes it's mental.

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Startups with something soon. If links show up, that will be fun, too.

As for the genetic, well, i have cousins i haven't seen in years i figure i could recognize from behind in a crowd.

As for nutritional, well, that varies, fortunately, the season and the activities. so far it's been uphill, or around the hill, more accurately, and only the occasional levelling off. Nothing Lockjaw wouldn't cure.

or "Less of the same" in another sense, heh!