Dear God,
The first time I realized you were not to be trifled with was
last
winter
during your first or second psychotic break, I don’t know, something was going
on with you, I was having my period so that could have been the whole problem
right there, as usual, or the potpourri I brought into the house, simmering,
I try to be patient, try
to be nice, thank you god for these lessons you bring, I don’t always
understand them but I know you have a lot on your plate and are doing the best
you can and someday all will be revealed meanwhile, playtime is
over, read your history books, Barbie was an astronaut, papal revisionism
notwithstandup/falldowning I’m skipping today’s sermon on “denial” b/c I don’t
think it should take 3 hours to understand what any six year old heathen can
tell you:
denial
is what people experience when they mean the opposite of what they say, as in
“I want to know why you’re still crying.”
collude with me un-be my love, it’s not the fight I’m after but the revelation
if we can come to a resolution without a direct confrontation, give me a shout,
huh. My phone number is 666-6969, thanx.
p.s.
the hacienda must be bilked
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