nunday

let us pray.  let us pray that my mind might empty every day, wring out like a mop it’s broken, dingy inhibitions, shred it’s maps of the past and discard it quick n fast into some cerebral 4th dimension canister for mental trash.  or i can just skate it off.  wut ever. whichever will do me the pleasure i will praise like jesus: always, vociferously, n forever.