From this day forward, this blog will be very religious. We'll be sure to mention Jesus a lot and use the royal we. Gaps between posts are not laziness, they are prayer breaks. Yes, yes, yes. And no. No, to that one. But also yes.
I would like to offer you a psalm. But I can't.
Here is where I would write the psalm:
It's very pretty. It's too bad that no one will get to read it again.
I would like to offer a palm. But I can't.
Here is where I would put the palm: Everywhere.
I considered eating a lot of food today, but instead I just did it. Thinking only makes you feel so full. Jesus can do the rest. Jesus and food. Food and Jesus.
The more animals that I mention in this blog, the more points I score. How many pants do you have? Do you have as many as I do? If so, how did you score them?
Jesus was a cougar.
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Saturday, November 8, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Big and also large
There is a tree growing out of my windowpane. I think that I will name it Bob, after Bob Dole and Nathaniel Hawthorne, two people who excelled where the other could not.
A lot of things are repeating today. Like numbers, for example. You may find that the same numbers keep popping up in your soup. I know that the same numbers keep popping up for me in your soup. There are lots of them. A few begin with commas.
Rumor has it that earthquakes can be used to measure success. It doesn't have anything to do with the maginitude or how many earthquakes. Success depends entirely upon the soul of an earthquake. The best kind is mint.
Today's sky is brought to you by the color red. That's spelled with two d's and only one h.
And now a poem:
Life is made of lots of junk,
But also lots of stuff.
Sometimes you get junk for your stuff,
And sometimes junk for stuff.
When I was strolling yesterday
I turned into a bear.
It wasn't too upsetting, but
It means that I can't type.
They say bears like honey a lot,
I think they like other bears.
Seriously, if you were a bear,
Would you put honey before your comrade's life?
If you really are a bear,
Please write in and answer this question.
I'm actually super curious.
A lot of things are repeating today. Like numbers, for example. You may find that the same numbers keep popping up in your soup. I know that the same numbers keep popping up for me in your soup. There are lots of them. A few begin with commas.
Rumor has it that earthquakes can be used to measure success. It doesn't have anything to do with the maginitude or how many earthquakes. Success depends entirely upon the soul of an earthquake. The best kind is mint.
Today's sky is brought to you by the color red. That's spelled with two d's and only one h.
And now a poem:
Life is made of lots of junk,
But also lots of stuff.
Sometimes you get junk for your stuff,
And sometimes junk for stuff.
When I was strolling yesterday
I turned into a bear.
It wasn't too upsetting, but
It means that I can't type.
They say bears like honey a lot,
I think they like other bears.
Seriously, if you were a bear,
Would you put honey before your comrade's life?
If you really are a bear,
Please write in and answer this question.
I'm actually super curious.
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