st anthony's and st patricks have candles w. push button lights.
no fire and smoke from earth to heaven, no slow, smoldering destruction.

two books on the boil right now, poems and jesus. (my life...)
moms in the hospital and there is a boy on the horizon, a boy who is talented and joyus and might just like me sexually. (the two are unrelated.

should have gone to the artbarn today, drank orgina and vodka instead (we call it the popes breakfast) talked to rachel, bryan m wrote me and he thot my peice was really strong, and they will end up using it.

no art today, and not much reading, just sort of sleepy walkly meaningless day.