Thursday, February 07, 2008

Each day is valentine's

Because he's the one with some flowers in his back pocket. And all the angels are flapping their wings, even the ones with tattoos and piercings (I'm looking at you, Satan). Even god got his gown in a twist, and tripped over his beard on the way home to his diamond palace on the glass mountain held up by especially trained clouds.

I'm in two minds about it, however. See, I can't see that there's anything special to say. Some spiritual bone in my head missing probably.

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