10 December 2012

Sacred Retreat

Have had very little time to write lately.
Been on a retreat.
An alcohol retreat.
Or was it a peyote retreat?

Does not really matter.

All that matters is I am alive.

I had an appointment with God.
I waited and waited. Nothing.
Finally I got up to ask the receptionist
What the fuck was going on.

I am a busy man. She looked down
Her nose at me and snorted something
In Spanish I did not understand. 

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