Words

Someone asked me last week "What did you give up for Lent?" I replied, my eyebrows furrowed, "Nothing." The person then, kind of jokingly, said "What kind of Catholic are you?" And that got me thinking... I did give up saying the f-word for Lent. I substituted it with "friggin" and was told "You can't substitute it if you're thinking the word!" That of course, made no sense to me, as I am a pretty firm believer in you CAN'T be punished, or even HELD RESPONSIBLE for your thoughts, just how you act on them. I told this person in the snarky way that I often enjoy - "Fine, I'll give up ALL THE F-WORDS just so you're not suspicious I'm even THINKING f-words." So, for about a day and a half, I managed to go without saying ANY f-word. It was actually, pretty difficult. Since Lent began last Wednesday I have avoided the two things I really meant to give up, which were saying the f-word (the bad one...) an...

In the spirit of Lent, I decided to give up taking God's name in vain, and the f-word. Not just the obvious f-word... ALL OF THEM. More to come on this breaking story.

I just saw a three car pile up The efficient Honda - Calculation The old Buick - Fear The great big Dodge - Fight, fight, fight It looked like the Honda was totally wrecked The Buick looked pretty bad  And the Dodge looked like it was fine But I heard later the guy in Honda, Walked away without a scratch. The Buick needs a lot of work, But insurance will cover it. The Dodge looked fine. But I guess it was totalled. It really didn't look that bad at first. Crazy.

The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury. ~ Marcus Aurelius

Sorry, I didn't get that That big cross is distracting me I thought sacrifice was out of style Guess it made a comeback. Pretty bold style choices, I'd say. How's that working out for you? You got one hand holding the nails And the other holding the hammer I'd hate to say "Your hands are tied" But it's hard to stop myself I wonder what you did, That is so unforgivable So atrocious, That you'd choose this They should have a new slogan: Self-Crucifixion: The BEST solution!

Take a look at my stitches, baby They're healing up pretty nice Run your hand over every one Aren't they kind of - sort of - morbidly pretty? Raw and jagged They hardly hurt anymore I barely even notice them The worst part is over - The panic FLASH before a collision Metal crunching The first sound of glass cracking The shock and pain Sometimes before the blood and sometimes long after Unneven tears in flesh Pain so unfamiliar it does not register Cracking bones Muscles ripping FEAR Everything will fall apart Everything is out of place and out of control Sometimes you leave the worst of the wounds Untreated They don't seem that bad The second skin of hurt Muscles pressing into bones Cracks and creaks But then it gets infected From the inside out and upside down They ripped everything open again Rebroke bones and reset them right The bad cut out & the good sealed in I'll be scarred up something awful I bet But it doesn't worry me So go ahead, Take a look at my st...

A favored enemy A dear friend worthy of hatred Both the jury declaring "Guilty" And the defense attorney Everything that is required Nothing that is needed With the knowing touch of a Mother Calming the worst of fears In the next moment striking without restraint Giving that which cannot be rightfully accepted Demanding that which cannot truthfully be given A poison of deception A disease