The hand of God is not too short to save you
what does that mean? it’s on the church marquee over on broad street. Something bizarre. Okay why is it that everyday seems like an enormous task just to take care of matters at hand? tomorrow instead of lunch at mom’s, she’s going to come here and go to Parkway with me – saves me the smoky room for two hours that I find toxic.
S is in SF this week and I had a lot of to do’s when S is gone lined up but thus far have only accomplished one of them, it’s an important one, involves the Muse and trying to work on this book that now seems to be overladen with foreshadowing and double entendres, what worries me are the triple entendres, but anyway, I’m really trying to keep it all simple but think it gets overly complicated for no good reason. I’m trying to conjure this Adele who is carved up but right now can’t seem to push her into the next scenario, is it one of disaster? wonder? nada?