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I was born a three-dollar pie… they tried to eat me. I had to have an operation.

The doctors got me mixed up with the baby of the family in the room next door, and turned me into a black butterfly. My parents were completely thrown. They wanted to hug and love me, but they couldn’t touch me because they were afraid they’d wipe the powder off of my wings. Finally after the third operation I was made into a person.

Also, I was born in the back seat of a greyhound bus on highway 41. It’s true.

I think that having been born a pie, then turned into a butterfly before becoming human really shaped who I am today. I don’t see the world as others do, and I have more sympathy for pastries and winged beings. But still I’m glad to have finally decided to become a starfish. It’s more comfortable for sleeping, and who wouldn’t want that?

People who used to believe in “God” never really get that I don’t think the same way. “Try to think more fatalistic,” they say. “If it’s meant to happen, it will happen,” they tell me.

“Fatalistic? What’s that? Meant to?” Pffft.

Can’t do it. It is *I* who must ensure that things go the way I wish, I can’t just leave it up to the void to decide for me. Because the void has no thoughts. The void simply isn’t.

I believe this relates to why I think coincidences are such a big deal, and why others seldom recognize my coincidences as anything spectacular. These others in question were raised to believe in “a higher power… something outside themselves that is watching over us and changing the direction of earthly occurrences, etc.” So where religious- or recovering religious- folk tend to shrug off coincidences as perhaps “neat,” but nothing to write home about, I can’t ignore these strange happenings. Not having been taught to think of anything else “out there” (except for potential life on other planets/what-have-you) I look upon even the tiniest coincidence as a pretty big deal, and I take notice because… how the heck did *that* happen? What *was* that, even?

HEART BOULDER.

I am a solicitor. I have come to interrupt your dinner.

I win the Poopy Dash.

Into the Crucible to be Rendered an Emulsion.

Send ‘em all up in a spaceship towards the sun.