meow doth maketh the sound of thine feline.

God,
i heard,
tortures the ones He loves.
suppose like presidents
torturing their
favorite dark skinned and
bearded men,
very hairy,
with funny names
and funny accents
with a funny god that sounded like baby's talk.
come,
my old love,
i'm not mad,
let us nap on the boarder of the "no trespassing" sign.
come,
my new love,
i am mad,
let us liter our junk by the "no littering" sign.
oh, and Lord,
my prayer tonight is to dream in spanish.
...there is this bug on my ceiling and man it's creeping me out.