Big Love

All right. It turns out it was actually real and valid and nothing to joke about but I got an e-mail yesterday and the subject line was

BIG VICTORY! re: Lesbian Torture Clinics and I'm sorry, it's wrong, I suck, but come on- wouldn't that make you sort of laugh if you had no idea what it was about?

What's that old saying? Dip me in honey and throw me to the lesbians?

Okay, okay, that's not what I came here to talk about.
What DID I come here to talk about?
I have no idea.

It's just the most glorious, amazingly beautiful, cool-but-not-cold, bright day in Lloyd and the birds are beside themselves with it and are composing special musical works dedicated to it and practicing them as they go and yes, I need to take the trash and yes, I need to take a walk, and yes, I have to study my lines MORE AND MORE, and yes, there are horrible things going on in this world (and I know this because there always are and even Lesbian Torture Clinics-no joke) but right here, right now, I just have to stop and say, this is heaven. This is a type of heaven and if I could, I would teletransport all of you here right now for an emergency service at the Church Of The Batshit Crazy and the sermon would be given by the air, the dirt, the birds, the light, the trees and the incense would be provided by the tea olive

and then we would all have biscuits and honey for communion and we would hold each others hands tight enough so that we wouldn't fly up into the glory and close our eyes and feel each others fingers, bone and flesh and blood, for real, all of us, and open our eyes and there we'd be and wouldn't that be something?

Good morning.

Japanese Magnolia blossoms, attempting to fly off into heaven.