i belive in god

because i just had dinner with a fucking postmodern superstar of dance and he told me that he's crazy but even more that merce is bad and he smiled when i told him aobut my work and i told him that my dad died and that i was in denial.

and i had a chicken salad and he had chicken soup and we talked about insanity and control and letting go and growing up and he lined up the salt and the sugar and his water glass and told me to say hi to anne.

and i did not go out with either one of the cute girls and i did not return one's message, just yet, and i have a mud masque to take off last nights kiss pimples (right where someone else's nose hits) and i am at home and the water is boiling and there is a fresh cloth from Ghana for me and i am doing the right thing and this is all just falling right into place.

i know myself more than yesterday and i am going to remember to pray.