It should end there, shouldn’t it? But I have a feeling that death requires the same toil that life does.

“Double, Double toil and trouble.”

 Nothing is easy. Perhaps your mind is conscious of decay. Better learn it now, so you don’t **** this up too.

Step #1- Fresh Stage- Not too much to do here, merely cell death.

Step #2- Putrefaction- Commence liquefaction: This is a festive stage really, a green bilious gut teeming with bacteria, and red streaks where over zealous nasties have burst open the veins.

Step #3- Black Putrefaction- Burst open like a hot dog that’s been on the grill too long. Spill your guts, let the hungry feed on them, and your heart too. Don’t worry your soul is safe.

Step #4-Butyric Fermentation- Begin to dry out; it’s all gone, your gut, your spleen, your heart, no more blood to boil or run cold. Your fat turns into grave wax. Eat up.

Step #5- Dry Decay- Rattlin’ bones.

Are you ready?

I imagine the young woman in Imperial Valley-1937 contemplating death, staring at the dirt, picturing herself in a coffin. Every one does. And end to everything: poverty, pain, work, responsibility.

Your job now is to decompose, after that, we’ll find something else for you to do. Good luck, kid. Let me know if you have any questions.

Is hope for people who don’t know any better? Can’t be. Everything has a remedy. Look long enough, you’ll find it.

“You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you just might find you get what you need.”

Mick Jagger getting preachy.

Spring is upheaval. You can work a little extra to pay down debt… and write on breaks. Ramen won’t kill you and neither will missing the latest fashion trend.  Bad memories can be accepted and let go.

Dust bowl farmers learned to rotate crops.

And the beat goes on…