Decay Pool(s)

I went to a Catholic wedding this weekend. No incense was burned, and no altar boys were present (the Catholic brass realized that the mixture of the two causes molestation). They had some sort of baptismal pool in the middle of the church floor, and what I heard, although just a rumor at this point, is that the pool is actually used for the deceased. They actually place the embalmed, sheet wrapped body right in there, the bottom lowers slowly, and the body is transferred to a catacomb abyss below the church. Creepy yes. Those egregious Catholics, always thinking of new, awesomely horrific ways.

So anyway, the wedding was alright, as it seemed to be some sort of mafia event. At least in that the family was Italian and had lots of money for no clear reason. That seems to suggest certain connections, not to mention the boastful toting of a few friendly tommy guns by a few key guys that stood in key areas. My favorite part was the reception setting - it was at the Milwaukee Performing Arts Center, right downtown on the Milwaukee river. That's fancy. But what makes it the city of sweetness is not these river settings, but the giant Usinger's Sausage plant on the other side, complete with giant neon sign - a place I've been drawn to (more than I can explain or that you'd care to know) every time I go there. Can I tour the place? Does the sausage flow in that river? How much sausage can be made in a five story factory? Questions I'll probably never be able to answer. Legitimate questions or not, my outspoken enjoyment and loudly and detailed description of "radicalness" of the general scenery was not taken well. Sincerely, I meant every word of it... it was rad alright. But, as things go, people smelled sarcasm on top of the garlic-y smoked flavors. The combination made me wet myself. Would I waste my time with awesomely crafted, fucking great narratives of the immediate setting for sarcastic comments? Well, unfortunately yes I would. And that's where I've gone wrong. I've spent countless amounts of my time wasting yours. Hell, you're reading this right now aren't you?! Your time has become completely useless because of me - that makes me feel strong and in control. That, in turn, makes my tummy want Usinger's special spicy Chorizo sausage. I think you have enough information to do the math... the cycle is perpetual and the results are great for me and depletive to your existence. Realize though, your existence is not good as it stands, and I serve only to deplete the bad portions. So please, please, continue to feed this machine.