ghosts (one)

he was twenty-nine when he died. twelve cats can't figure out that the washer isn't threatening. mother is playing the piano. it isn't the math that makes. once the oven is opened, children become more precious. where are your cobwebs. where is your mother. let's talk about anything but the questions of the self. I'm sure that other ghosts like myself are mostly asleep, and they have moments when they zone in.