I HAVE A DREAM!!!

If Martin Luther King
can have a dream,
I can have me one too.

I Have a Dream
that anyone anywhere
could be a Preacher,
or The President.

Not that I have any idea
why anyone anywhere
would want A job.
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There were nights
that I would lay there,
together, yet alone,
watching the clock,
touching every second
of every minute
of every hour
that didn’t go by.

That was 1985
when I knew my life
needed to change,
not yet courage-d
to implement,
nor honor,
what I knew
I needed to do
to stay whole.

Insomnia sucks ass.
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It is the responsibility
of the more evolved person
to move any relationship
rewardingly forward.

Once we become adults,
we can freely look with clarity
at situations that arise
within a relationship
and commit to constant
and healthy growth.
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What’s the difference
between a Pimple
and a Priest?

A Pimple
doesn’t COME on your face
until you’re
THIRTEEN.

OUCH.
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I’ve never really questioned
WHAT Jesus would do,
I’ve always had questions about
WHO Jesus would do.

THIS affects me.

ASSLOADS of people have asked me
how I lost weight last year.
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“Sister Lousia,
could you say something
that would help me cope
with the feelings
I am having
after a dear friend
committed suicide?”

The answer is NO!
No, I can’t.
This is TRAGIC.

OPTION C: SUICIDE!
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I’ve created a MONSTER!!!

After 45 days of writing
SISTER LOUISA’S DAILY DITTIES
I am getting regular requests
to “do a sermon on” this,
or “could you write a poem” about that…

jajjajajajaj

I LOVE this!
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I fucking hate
Valentine’s Day.

HATE IT.

I hate that it means
that our society
has built up this image
of pink shit everywhere,
perfectly shaped red hearts,
fattening-ass chocolate,
and dead-ass preservative-injected roses
as symbols of
“real” Love in Life.
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GO AWAY!
(I love you)

A friend has an art gallery
of his colorful,
amazingly authentic paintings
(they draw YOU in)
in Isla Mujeres, Mexico
with THAT sign
at his open door.

He is brilliant,
talented,
gorgeous,
charismatic,
(and twelve).
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I HATE old people,
and by old,
I don’t mean of a certain age.
I mean of a certain attitude.

This is totally
my issue;
completely irrelevant,
is not inspirational,
is rude,
crude,
and socially unacceptable.

But,
still,
I hate old people.
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