we’ll be glad to discuss your point of view. no
judgment on our part, even when you’re wrong.
I can’t remember, last time I had some actual chocolate.
nor a cigarette! oh, that would be nice too. bad bad me.
in my dreams I imagine getting some, but never smoking one.
what’s that mean?
it’s a fork in the river. hard to be a salmon, go upstream.
just in the nature of forks. what’s the nature of a spoon?
will that taste any better than this?
I remember cotton candy at the county fair. I remember
the first time I got to go alone, all by myself. too young
to drive so I rode the bus.
I remember the time when it was mostly pain. who am I
kidding, it was all pain. that began my glad outcast days.
intimacy was learned in the lap of better strangers then.
dollar a dance, oh yea, that was more than fair.
so if He asked, drop everything, come with me.
would you? like Jesus did. I didn’t. I felt afraid.
good lesson is, the answer to pain is love.
I’m still learning that. sometimes it looks like
I don’t know.
again, thanks for listening.
no fears, payment is automatic.