Why is it that God ultimately decides who we are? What we do?

And where we go?

A unique relief to know someone else really runs us - someone way above our heads.

It sort of relieves a certain uncertainty,

especially knowing that it doesn't take a high school diploma to realize that truth is always getting twisted in all areas of

life

for all sorts of

reasons,

hombre.

Some of us tend to think we're God,

huh?

It seems others have a way of making us

think that way.

Unpaid brown-nosing!

Self-promotions! Sex-wantings! Money-needings to money-lovings!

The Butthole Servers!

To relieve tension

brings back what's been denied








© 2002 Tom Mutchler