Friday, May 2, 2014


Proud to be gullible and flammable.

Proud of my hunger. It doesn't scratch my back but it knows what it's doing.

Proud mistakenly but absent-mindedly.

Proud of an unbiased priest who preaches in his birthday suit.

Proud in the pregnant sense of the word.

Proud of the out-there steps of my toenails.

Proud of sweet cherry baby Jesus with his kissy lips so rosy, even though I'm kookier than Cornelius the Centurion.

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