the story of we and ash wednesday

and where i am coming from has yet to be determined, i know not how to communicate something so incredibly difficult. i know only the things that have been given to me, wrapped in a box without ribbon, but paper, decorated with the scribblings of a child. they were digging for something new in columbia, and i wonder who might become the next president. at this point i want the beautiful people to win, man or woman. keep huckabee away from this country. it has been concluded that romney cannot make up his mind and edwards does not know what he is talking about ever. i can choose between the colors, like ani difranco, on the whores. ash Wednesday is ten days away. and there is a laughter here, in that place where God says, "Remember you are dust and unto dust you shall return." and four years ago we watched a shipwreck and a bleeding nose run together for miles on end and this year we will sit under the golden arches of McDonald's fast food restaurant and run together for miles and miles on end. Ash Wednesday marks this day as it marks the day for children to cry together and begin starving until ash wednesday falls, slides against this day again.

love, we