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A Small Pink Death
To be frank, Pinky has never really understood the whole little death business about sex. How would you know? Maybe autoerotic asphyxiation is like a little death (unless your necktie is tied a little too snugly, and then it turns into a big death). But then so is holding your breath when you find a rotten possum under the house. In fact, Pinky imagines hell as just such a place and odor, but Pinky doesn't go for the afterlife thing either. Metaphorically it's nice, and Pinky would include some discussion of the afterlife at your funeral, but practically, Pinky sees problems with it. Pinky does believe that payback's a motherfucker (a southern twist on karma), but the payback's here on earth. Or it's passed onto your seed (which is also a little like an afterlife, but only metaphorically) or your dogs or it just oozes into a little evil crack in the ground and waits for an unsuspecting passerby. Unfortunately, Pinky is not too afraid of death, and this creates some blasphemous (though good hearted!) attitudes on his part. This is probably a good balance to all the holier-than-thou mumbo jumbo out there. Pinky would like his bones turned into a great decorative item like this one. However, he counts 11 tailbones, so his bone construction will not be as eloborate unless supplemented by black market purchases, plastic, or donations.
To be frank, Pinky has never really understood the whole little death business about sex. How would you know? Maybe autoerotic asphyxiation is like a little death (unless your necktie is tied a little too snugly, and then it turns into a big death). But then so is holding your breath when you find a rotten possum under the house. In fact, Pinky imagines hell as just such a place and odor, but Pinky doesn't go for the afterlife thing either. Metaphorically it's nice, and Pinky would include some discussion of the afterlife at your funeral, but practically, Pinky sees problems with it. Pinky does believe that payback's a motherfucker (a southern twist on karma), but the payback's here on earth. Or it's passed onto your seed (which is also a little like an afterlife, but only metaphorically) or your dogs or it just oozes into a little evil crack in the ground and waits for an unsuspecting passerby. Unfortunately, Pinky is not too afraid of death, and this creates some blasphemous (though good hearted!) attitudes on his part. This is probably a good balance to all the holier-than-thou mumbo jumbo out there. Pinky would like his bones turned into a great decorative item like this one. However, he counts 11 tailbones, so his bone construction will not be as eloborate unless supplemented by black market purchases, plastic, or donations.
