I believe in God.
I believe in an inclusive God.
I don’t believe in religions that exclude.
period
I believe in God.
I believe in an inclusive God.
I don’t believe in religions that exclude.
period
From one of my recurrent dreams (there are too many)
Living in a circular house
Lots of closets
Convergent identical hallways
Plethora of bedrooms (all with closets)
The cast in each room rotates
All family, friends and acquaintances.
I CANT FIND MY PANTS!!
………………
yesterday was your birthday my son. thought about you all day. sent you a silly movie for your birthday. it arrives tomorrow.
late, misguided, as usual.
your high school graduation. i was there, filming your class walk onto the field. the whole time looking for you. i didn’t see you. it wasn’t until reviewing the footage, i saw you, smiling at me…until you realized my mistake.
late, misguided, as usual.
Kiah and Miles were laughing about something we’ve already forgotten.
“Kiah, please kill Siri, I don’t need her directions anymore”
[glance]
SKIDBOOM
damn…
(in the diamond lane <91 east>, weds before Thanksgiving, 730ish)
EXT. FREEWAY FAST LANE – NIGHT
Dave walks towards the slightly damaged car in front of him
Me: “Are you guys okay?”
Mark: “I think so, just shaken up”
Mark: “Can I take a picture of your insurance card?”
Me: “Here”
Mark: “Can I take a picture or your license?”
Me: “Here”
Mark: “Should we call the police?”
Me: “No airbag deployment, they probably won’t come out.”
Mark: “Will you say it’s your fault?”
Me: “umm…I rear ended you..it’s pretty clear it’s my fault.”
(he’s freaking a little, but… we were stopped in the diamond lane at rush hour the day before Thanksgiving)
Fell asleep 8ish
Woke up 12ish
read news, FB, more news
2ish tried drifting back to slumber.
on and off
on dream:
landing on a highway from the sky,
driving incredibly fast on 4-lane road,
little to no control,
crash imminent.
awoke heart pounding.
{breathe, breathe slower}
on dream2:
woke up in becky’s house,
all her girls are there,
{thrilled, but surprised, nobody lives there anymore.}
ask time — 6:30am – IM LATE!
awoke anxious.
on dream3:
fuzzy.
a problem looming.
i solve it.
ALARM
ALARM
You are an adept high functioning alcoholic
You are able to maintain
You’ve been able to cover, so far
You’ve also said you could abstain.
Confidently.
Convinced many (Mr. H is writing this, just so you know)
Ammi Greb you bastard
Looking at me like you care
Staring at me like A Hog
Waiting for a ..
Waiting, wait
i’d like to say that today was different, but it was like any other day. like every other day. but it was different, just the same.
When the canoodles start calling you by name, you know there’s a problem.
when the problems start canoodling, it’s even better.
the view from down here is amazing.
the amazing from here is down.
The down from amazing is here
here is down amazing
Yes.
[waiting for a member]
[I’ll update]
I’m skin-tone white.
Wasn’t apprised of that til around 3rd grade.
My house growing up was filled with jazz musicians.
Never taught skin tone was a factor.
Learned it in school though.
Learned that I was part of the white club.
ignorance and fear. two prerequisites of the white club.
White folk: deny you’ve heard n-word jokes from white brethren.
Did you laugh? I know you did (at least sometimes), I was there.