Thursday, November 18, 2004
It's raining and the world is all overcast, you're sleepy, but have so much to do. You look out the window and behold fire, burning: red, yellow, gold; suddenly, you are awake, you feel like part of the earth again renewed in the fire. Oh, the pheonix, what a lovely mythological creature, pure and true. Thank you Japanese Maple for the joy you have given me this day.
I don't thank you, modern physics, but I do respect you. I don't thank you, Doritos. I don't thank you, squeaky floors. I don't thank you, wind chimes.
I thank buttered noodles for memories of home and I thank pillows and I thank Kristine and Angie Beth for random meetings and I thank the Adair County Prosecuting Attorney for Meth Calendars. Above all I thank God.
I don't thank you, modern physics, but I do respect you. I don't thank you, Doritos. I don't thank you, squeaky floors. I don't thank you, wind chimes.
I thank buttered noodles for memories of home and I thank pillows and I thank Kristine and Angie Beth for random meetings and I thank the Adair County Prosecuting Attorney for Meth Calendars. Above all I thank God.
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