It Must Be Good Karma to be Back on the Farm

While Erasure head was buried the PO Box of the farm changed. He appreciates the postcard with the forwarding address and the picture of the Mermaid. Gentlemen he thinks prefer mermaids over cereal in the morning any day.

Erasure Head grew up on a farm, and thinks farm work is hard work. He received a distance education so that he would be too far away to ever dig another post hole. Ironic now to have lived in a post hole for these last two years. It must be strong karma to be one with dirt.

Holed up with his moles, Erasure Head did tunnel two years through his rocky karma. He learned that starting takes more energy than continuing and continuing takes more energy than quitting. That made him wonder why anything happened at all, but he came up empty. However, a postcard back to the farm, and a crush on Mrs. Lytle, of all the synchronous things, were reason enough to turn his hole into a crater. He doesn't even like the smell of mothballs and tweed.

He learned that no one should be on the Farm at all, but we are. Karma is the reason the barn is going to be purple, the porn will be in tents, and that good stairs will run from the ground to the porch and visa versa to support the weight of all of us as we take a group photo to hang on the hallway wall. His contribution to the Farm beautification project.

Mr. Head's taxes have not been paid in two years, so you will forgive him please if he is locked into his room till the IRS is satisfied. Why can't I vote for Ron Paul?