b/c it was raining, and b/c i was killing time, i helped two elders move a member into her house on lansdowne, a few blocks from my own house.

i did it because i always help (homeless money, kids food, eldery taxis, foreigners directions--all yesterday) and i did it b/c i always stop to talk to elders, and i did it b/c i wanted to see the indoors of someone elses house and i did it b/c young men in shirt sleeves and nothing else, there sacred garments making rymans around too pure necks, is one of the sexiest things in the world, and i did it b/c i get a little thrill when they ask me which ward im in i tell them im not and they tell me im a good man (nice guy vs good man, compare and contrast) and i think also if i do enough good deeds, maybe they will forget the whole kgl incident and make a member in full standing again, not that i ever wanted to be in the first place...thats my erotic lust, sacred desire, banal guilt and pseduo boredom all moving into one place.

i want to be forgiven--like what the masterbater said to clarice in silence of the lambs---just before hannibal lector made him swallow his tounge (paraphrased from memory--"i want to be near jesus/i want to be near christ/maybe this can happen/if i act real nice")

review from the superdanish craft show on brown wedge, still thinking about i heart huckabees, which i saw w. pat.