reading between the lines.

Well, many thanks to Dahn... (the president of the world, as of this afternoon) I have my very own radio show on Saturday nights at six pm. It is called 'Reading Between the Lines' and it is a poetry show... an unpretentious poetry show at that. At least... that's what I'm shooting for. It promises to be an excellent time, and I'm stoked to learn how to operate in the studios and whatnot.

Aside from my elation at the wonderful world of radio... this is a difficult sunday.

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I spent a couple of hours trying to write why it's been a hard sunday. What I'll give you is a cop-out. A picture of a radio tower. I picked it because somehow it just looks like it's reaching.


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I can't pretend to understand God. I wish I could. If I had an apple with knowledge imbedded in its flesh, I'd eat it. I'd cut it with my teeth and devour it until I was satiated. But I can't pretend to understand God.



I'm late.