your rational mind's insane

Anthony Green is pretty much a genius. a great mind of this generation for sure.

sometimes it's necessary to weigh your soul against the cross.

against a pistol.

against a wad of cash held by a crusty rubber-band.

it's easy for me, mostly because i'm a libra. the scale comes

with the horoscope. right now my

soul barely registers.

as mr. green asks, "would you sell your soul for gold?"

good question.

not yet, not ever.

different question. if my faith is weak, is it okay to strengthen it through alternative means?

can i use an anchor as a cross?

can i modify what's been set in stone for so long. is it

okay if

i

pull the blinds

down. is it

okay if i take off for

a little while?

i wonder what will become of me. an afterlife i hope.

one in which i can run my fingers through the clouds &

trace the outline

of t.s. eliot's

"love long of j.alfred prufrock"

while chanting about

what love is.

is it seeing the scale tip ever so slightly in favor of my heart?

i don't suppose we'll ever find out.

being rhetorical gets

old real

fast.

but i'm having fun.

stick around till tomorrow?

i will:

the mud is loose but

i will take

aim &

stand firm & i suppose that is a-okay, at least according to anthony green it's like:

"trembling idle hands, holding me there."