Could I offer you something to drink?

Could I offer you something to drink?
water? tea? coffee? 

Pop,
sparkling water …
a la kroy.

Could I offer you a beer,
a wine
red, white or rosé?

How ’bout a vodka
or
a whiskey? 

How about an orange juice or

freshly 
squeezed
refreshing 
glass 
of 

tears. 

– by yours truly

inspired by a moment in France when Tina was looking out at a vista and I looked over and saw a tear on her face. “Is that sweat?” I asked. “Yeah,” she said, “Sweat,” as she wiped it from her cheek.

Your own … personal … mass produced … tortured Jesus

The video above is mesmerizing.

Twenty years ago, I was at a Catholic wedding sitting next to three young brothers who had never been to a church of any kind before that day. One pointed toward the crucifix and whispered to another loud enough for me to hear, “Who died?”

I’m intervening because I love you

Yesterday, one of my closest friends called. He happens to be in town on vacation. Most of his family lives in Illinois, but he’s out in DC.

“We’re going to have to plan an intervention for my sister,” he told me. “Since I’m the one with free time, I’m calling facilities and insurance, and setting up meetings.”

He talked a bit about how stressful it is. And then he said this, “I know if it were me, and my family did this, I’d say ‘Fuck off.'”

The reason for the intervention isn’t the point. It may not be for what you think it’s for. My point isn’t to share salacious gossip. It’s to talk about the prospect and stress of intervening on someone’s behalf. To try and convince another person that their choices, their addictions and their lifestyle is hurting them and hurting the group.

Continue reading “I’m intervening because I love you”

A brief history of the devil

This little animated short about the devil and how he evolved over time is a fun little watch. Back in the days of my deconstruction, the devil and hell was the first thing to go. It’s simply one of the silliest parts of the Bible and if you zoom out and look at who’s responsible for the violence and evil, it’s rarely the horny dude, it’s the old man, old as time, with a narcissistic chip on his shoulder.

Now’s as good time as any to get off the internet

It feels so 80’s Or early 90’s
To be political

Where are my friends?
(Get off the Internet)
I’ll meet you in the street
(Get off the Internet)
Destroy the right wing
(Get off the Internet)

I’ll meet you in the street
(Get off the Internet)
Destroy the right wing

This is repetitive
But nothing has changed
And I’m crazy
Where are my friends?
(Get off the Internet)
I’ll meet you in the street
(Get off the Internet)
Destroy the right wing
(Get off the Internet)
I’ll meet you in the street
(Get off the Internet)
Destroy the right wing