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August 24, 2010
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tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
I’ll tell you, but only for fun. Dead people. You can do so much with dead people, though I suppose they aren’t completely inanimate even when they die. See, there are bacteria involved, which become part of the decomposing body, eating it, pooping shit out, you know. And so I guess there is still some life existing in there once the person dies, though the life itself does not belong to the previous possessor of the casement. So, let’s go with something else. I do quite like boxes. Boxes of most kinds. I think it’s because they hold secrets, some for as long as it takes to undo some glue, and some for centuries or millenia, until some clever being comes along and finally breaks them open. I love boxes, because I never know what’s in there until I pry the suckers wide open. Last time I opened a gift box, I got money wrapped with scorpions.
