benediction

i love you all, you glorious fools. follow me again into the paths iniquity and indemnity, and there laugh such that the earth shakes, people take you for queer, and secretly envy you your madness. in bank lines and at stop lights, trolling the long overstocked aisles of supermarkets, sitting outside your supervisor's office listening to the shuffle of forms you are not meant to see but supposed to fear: in all these tiny escapades, these shattering trivialities of domestic civics, laugh and laugh again. god is the comedic genius, throwing up his soup on holy men, and we, a disparate band of patch-work malcontents, his fanatically loyal troupe.

PS: your fly is down.