One hundred and thirty-five souls, posed a deathlike pose (at Barnstorm).  Some were reverent, some took flight – some smelled of alcohol downed, all night.  With at least three photos of each lovely corpse, there’ll be plenty to fill up the flag.  Thanks to every valiant one for bringing the zig… and the zag.

Soon I’ll post updates on the results of our secret mortality experiment, but first I need to clean up the laboratory, i.e., my apartment looks like an art tornado just ripped through it.