Stuff And Things

What a ho ho horrible year

Two headed cows almost never survive more than a few hours after their birth. The farmer finds the *body* the next day. The calf was destined to die, and that's a tragedy, but for the time it was alive, it had a beautiful and unique experience.

It's not a poem about the cruelty of man. It's a poem about the beauty of life in an indifferent universe. It's about purpose and beauty being able to exist even in an existence doomed to come to an end, as all our lives are. It's not a poem about how a calf dies, but how, even for only a brief moment, it was alive.

Imagine having to sit there and watch them do that thing where they breath into each other’s mouths without even kissing. Or having to listen to Edward make Greek Mythology metaphors about their relationship. Or watching them look into each other’s eyes for the entire lunch period.

edward: you WHAT