Sunday, January 28, 2007
Ok, maybe not "nothing". There is the six years of Latin, and the memories of the nuns in their lace up black crepe soled shoes with their hairy lips and their red pens. My Catholic rearing mostly left me confused, and my confusion manifests itself into endless mocking of the beliefs my parents chose for me.
"Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big one on me."
A Concept Self-Conceived