God got lonesome

So God said to some of the mud, "Sit up!"

"See all I've made," said God, "the hills, the sea, the sky, the stars."

And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around.

Lucky me, lucky mud.

I, mud, sat up and saw what a nice job God had done.

Nice going, God!

Nobody but You could have done it, God!  I certainly couldn't have.

I feel very unimportant compared to You.

The only way I can feel the least bit important is to think of all the mud that didn't even get to sit up and look around.

I got so much, and most mud got so little.

Thank you for the honor!

Now mud lies down again and goes to sleep.

What memories for mud to have!

What interesting other kinds of sitting-up mud I met!

I loved everthing I saw!

Good night.

I will go to heaven now.

I can hardly wait...

To find out for certain what my wampeter was...

And who was in my karass...

And all the good things our karass did for you.

Amen.

Damn global warming and its crazy weather...I drive an SUV.  I have already put my sweaters away for the summer and shaved my beard and cut my hair and stopped wearing underwear and things were going very well that way, and now this freezing weather...I am going to Kennesaw tomorrow to present my paper, and then I'm going to stop going to school for the rest of the semester.  No, not really but I'm getting very ready for that. 

I didn't have much to say coming into this, and I still don't.  I'm going to eat with my mother (and sister maybe?  I don't know, nobody mentioned her but she's on her break so could be...) and I am going to ask for some money and things to increase my well-being, such as groceries. 

"I wish I was a girl, so that you could believe me, and I could shake this static every time I try to sleep.  I wish for all the world, that I could say 'Hey Elizabeth, you know, I'm doin' alright these days'..."

I need muchly to brush my teeth, so there.

With the right kind of eyes, you can almost see the high water mark.

Perhaps I missed how beautiful this is for far too long:

We speak in the store
I'm a sensitive bore
and you're markedly more
and I'm oozing surprise

But it's late in the day
and you're well on your way
what was golden went gray
and I'm suddenly shy

And the gathering floozies
afford to be choosy
and all sneezing darkly
in the dimming divide

I have read the right books
to interpret your looks
you were knocking me down
with the palm of your eye

This was unlike the story
it was written to be
I was riding its back
when it used to ride me

We were galloping manic
to the mouth of the source
we were swallowing panic
in the face of its force

I was blue and unwell,
made me belt like a horse.

Now it's done.
Watch it go.
You've changed some.
Water ruin from the snow.

Am I so dear?
Do I run rare?
You've changed some:
peach, plum, pear.