1.The cathedral I am writing in has lost all of its crosses and holy water. I believe that this process is called desanctification. As in, the space has been desanctified. So lets party. Sex and drugs in the confessionals. Girls on poles.
2.The floor is covered in thousands of dollars worth of white and yellow flowers from the market. I overheard that some of them are as much as five dollars a stem.
3.This morning, as I opened the gates there was a pile of human shit on the pavement beside my foot.
4.The event planner has dreads that fall past his ass, from the front it looks like he is a manimal, his tail visible hanging behind his legs.
5. A woman asked if I was married, a man asked me to lunch and boy called trying to make me think otherwise about his integrity. I replied, not yet, sounds good and we’ll see.
6. My butt is sore from sitting on marble my throat is still sore from kissing an angel with a cold my feet are not used to my new shoes my new shoes are pissed that I dropped soup on them last week.
7.A good friend of mine will not be deployed to iraq for eleven months and this seems like a long time for him. When this does happen he will, at 23, be in charge of 45 people in an amphibious artillery unit. If I look up what this exactly means I swear to god I will start crying. Thinking of his beautiful eyes in war.
8. My best friend could have died yesterday when she didn’t. She said she saw her body from above and then next she saw the pavement.
9. My mom has called five times already and it is barely noon.
10. All over the world, hell 2 miles away, people are dying, fighting, unfed, unread, running from their homes and otherwise displaced, impoverished and underserved. Today in my world the biggest crisis is where to put the circus performers so they don’t affect the giant harp. Yes. I occasionally question my sense of worth in the world. I sneak to serve my art when no one is watching.
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