once I saw the petrified wood house I knew that nothing in the feasible world would satisfy me

at night I was haunted by their torsos

the spanish incriptions on the rock beneath the village date back to 1605

paint by numbers jesus

keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, from the traps of the workers of iniquity

do contemporary children communicate with stringless cans?

eventually it became obvious that the place had been used as a brothel

it's impossible for me to believe that howard was ever married

may you find safe harbor when God animates the tractors and they come for us

Off-Topic Post

Please forgive me, but I’m in a self-indulgent mood today. I have this old lamp I bought while in college in my office, near some figurines that have been given to me over the years. Looking at this corner of my desk this morning, I realized it’s a perfect metaphor for how I felt during my relationship with Johanna. I was just a tiny little logical Dr. Spock.


Well, that got me to thinking about Jenny, and what image might summarize our relationship. I think this is it:

Dupree as played by Dave, of course.

God, that guy would never leave us alone.