Sell Fishing: New Sport on an Old Twist

Occassionally, I ponder suicide, and when I do--I like to give myself permission to say cruel things. Sometimes I land on a dime. Instead of turn, which would be my preference, though when you are feeling lucky, or you claim to be, you make a silent vow to the universe to take what you get. And when you get what you get you must stay awake to the thing. If in any way you beleive in the possibilities offered by anything--phenomenology; some might call it luck, some magik, some might not call it--many don't. Most of us seem suicidal in some ways--to me. If nothing ever happens to you, for instance. I like to be liked and like others--don't want to stand out for fear of being miseen. Some telling signs have already fallen into obscurity. For many after, this is/was a blessing. But what goes on in the streets now?