The Vi Editor Today I write, typing gracefully. My hands do not leave the keyboard. Efficiency taken to the extreme is stillness. I write, edit and think with hjkl /? ia I do not move. These ideals of mine are not disturbed by unnecessary musculature. Flesh begets flesh. She eats flesh dogmatically. She is trapped by her flesh. She diets fastidiously while she consumes her flesh. She adjusts her fat belly and explains herself in detail. Infestation Of Dogs The air smells of dogs The year is 1997 or perhaps 3 bne (Before New Era), I live in Manhattan, and the dogs are everywhere. I saw a well dressed old woman crouching to pick up a glob of dog doo. She smiled at me mid-swipe. I am told young fertile women and men use dogs as part of their mating ritual. I Love Your Fish I propose that New York's new slogan be, I Love Your Fish. The sense of smell is vital to our ability to remember. The smell of our fish will thereby be a permanent souveneir for tourists. The Vegetable Season Has Begun We are Reform Vegans and we will eat our vegetables regardless of whether they have families, feelings, admirers, or if they are important to your ecosystems. (Excerpts translated from Isaiah) And the sins of the generation were abhorent so that His rage and disappointment were terrrible. And He sent His Angel of Death, and Life to stir a mighty host. ... From a distant land a horrible crash shook the heavens and the sky grew gray. The Egyptian farmers thought, locust, and covered their crops. The mighty northern boat-men gathered their loved ones and left for a long trip into the remote North most waters. ... Thousands of Reform Vegans ravaged the land, indominatable and insatiable, until that land, so fat, fertilized with the flesh, was made into dust.