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so... my dad woke me at 0600 this morning. vacuuming. yeah, he was vacuuming at 0600 in the morning. on my day off. mussed hair, bleary eyes, my head peeked through the thin metal bars of the staircase and protested such a rude jettison of a near-perfect catatonic state. i felt like a bass, baleful, hook in cheek. he smiled and waved.
weirdo.
if hitler had read machiavelli, i wonder if we wouldn't all be speaking german now. just a thought.
i want to be ubiquitous.
no, really.
just these two words he spoke
changed my life,
"enjoy me."
what a burden i thought i was to carry-
a crucifix, as did he.
love once said to me "i know a song,
would you like to hear it?"
and laughter came from every brick in the street
and from every pore
in the sky.
after a night of prayer, he
changed my life when
he sang
"enjoy me."
--st. teresa of avila
weirdo.
if hitler had read machiavelli, i wonder if we wouldn't all be speaking german now. just a thought.
i want to be ubiquitous.
no, really.
just these two words he spoke
changed my life,
"enjoy me."
what a burden i thought i was to carry-
a crucifix, as did he.
love once said to me "i know a song,
would you like to hear it?"
and laughter came from every brick in the street
and from every pore
in the sky.
after a night of prayer, he
changed my life when
he sang
"enjoy me."
--st. teresa of avila