goin home...

sometimes you gotta jump outta that ‘proverbial’ window and splash out in front of everybody…….let god (*) sort out the pieces…that’s what *’s there for, that’s what * seems to enjoy doing…but sometimes…our lives are like a game of jenga with oil covered blocks…don’t think that is as much fun as that divinely inspired game of tag…the game we call ‘coincidence’…when these direct communications begin to stack up you start to ask questions…what could this mean?…all of a sudden life has meaning…where did this come from?…why now?…why all of a sudden?…then * says, “give that shit to me…all those questions…and watch what i do with them…and then watch how you struggle to explain them in a well-meaning but long-winded status update…you will find who you need to…i want you to…and to be honest i need you to…so just give it to me and move on…”