Oh Divine Master,
grant that I may
not so much seek to be consoled as to console
to be understood as to understand
to be LOVED as to LOVE

For it's in giving that we receive
and in pardoning that we are pardoned
and it's in DYING that we are BORN
to eternal life
amen.

you found me here, playing in the mud puddle. It was childish and I was a child. I think you were unamused and unimpressed. But I can't remember exactly.

It was a feeling, mostly. cookies and coffee are always welcome at our dinner table, and who builds a fire in the summer heat, anyway? Don't point, it's not polite.

Does gravel squish together the way you had imagined it would? Or is it more rough and grating than forecasted? Forecasts are silly creatures. They make so many holes in my to-do list.

Idiots are as bad as a trashman who refuses to move his garbage truck, when he's got my car blocked in and i'm going to be late for work! I stomp my foot at the heathen, he'll find no god in my respite.

If I stand in one place long enough, i promise i will move forward in an internal way. But I guess you wouldn't be able to see it, so you might make me stay in from recess with my head down.

Forceable retraction should be a new kind of anti-lock break system. It sounds so technical.

word salad word salad word salad.
ashes, ashes.
we all fall down.

-kisses-