I'm listening to my favorite band on good old fashioned CD. It reminds me of how soothing life can be, even though it is hard stuff. The lead singer's voice is the best part. It makes me glad that I'm alive. I can hear his voice in stereo. If I were unattached to my ears and dead, I wouldn't hear shit.
There is reason to believe in life, even when I make jokes about myself. Part of me is real, and the other is some sort of fiction. Can you tell? I will send a little hint. I do bathe. I was just playing around. I couldn't do that if I were dead. Oh yes. I am ever so alive.
