Just - Radiohead

Something occured to me today while i was sitting on my porch as the cold breeze blew over me at 11 o'clock tonight. That is, The Holy Spirit is everywhere.

Thats alot of places to be. Thats in my keyboard. Thats in my Sprite. Thats in my Soda Crackers and my Guitar, phone, dresser, lego, speakers, baseball bat, board games, in my collection of old mcdonalds toys and outdated magasines.

And yet i still have so little faith that i still doubt that God is actually doing anything, even though he's all around me screaming. I guess i do it to myself.


A poem about SIN

Can't get the stink off
its been hanging round for days
comes like a comet
suckered you but not your friends

one day i'll get to you
and teach you how to be a holy cow

you do it to yourself, you do and thats why it really hurts
you do it to yourself, you and no one else

Don't get my sympathy
hanging out the fifteenth floor
change the locks three times
still it slips in through the door

one day i'll get to you
teach you how to get to purest hell

you do it to yourself, you do it to yourself
and thats why it really hurts

you do it to yourself.
you do it to yourself.
you do it to yourself.


Of course, the first step to everything is admitance.

Skoch