Parallel to Paradise makes the ordinary askew... I married George, not in the Catholic Church, but in the Muir Redwoods. It was very early in the morning and I wore a veil of fog held in place with a single gardenia. ...the bathtub is filled with wallpaper paste, which does not taste quite as good as the horse-based glue I ate in kindergarten... The voice in the dark. A flash of teeth. Yes, you can fall in love with teeth. "No killing, no stealing, no lying, no sex outside of morality, no drinking, no drugs. Say it with me, ten times. These are th rules. Easy, easy rules."