So I was laying on the grass last night and I was
staring up at the sky and I saw three distinct flases of light.
I gazed up and a voice came out of the sky saying, "everything you need to
know is written outside of the 711 on 500 N and University Ave." So I rushed
down there and arrived with such anticipation that I had to go in and
get a 44 oz DIet Coke and a pack of Ho Ho's. I went outside and looked down in
front of me and it was written, "Do not trust any one behind a taco cart
for the next three and a half months."

Your eyes are like colliding tractor trailers driven by lone gunman.

I attend the cathedral in the alley of 51st and St. Washington,
People walk by, of the Mass unknowingly occurring,
Incense rides the air from the man hole in the street,
shattered Heineken bottle vomits sunlight upon the wall creating a broken cross
one of the followers has drawn with chalk, next to "Bob Lackey was here."
Pigeons stop and stare sensing the spirit of the congregation of castaway, broken men sleeping off the night before, occasionally wetting themselves and yet remaining holy followers of the faith.
Sometimes I, when I have it, I give a dollar to the plate. but always a bended knee to the cross.



Ever since the latest Linkin Park album came out last year I have always skipped two songs. They were in protest of the current administration. I would find myself tense and angry and afraid. Today was the first day that I have listened to those songs with a wonderful sense of pride and optimism. We finally did it friends!