heaven_is stork daddy he often thought about what heaven would be. he thought it would be like this world, only knowing the code to everything. almost like a video game. he could go about his day, selfish, caring, it didn't really matter because he wasn't hurting or loving anything too real. anytime he was in pain or needed money or needed quietude he could find it, he had the code. and there was no place he could not return to, in the hearts of others, in his own mind. he could transgress against them today, and still keep the roles he desired for tomorrow. they would still present their problems, their concessions and their impossibilities, but it wouldn't matter really what he did. he could try each out a billion times, he could see the infinity in each of gods creations. and they'd forgive him in a way he had only heard of god doing. or they could at least approximate forgiveness with forgetfulness. he could die even. he could be shot, and it would all just start over, like a continue, like a video game. maybe it was, maybe he was in heaven, maybe if he died, he'd restart some level he had already messed up on, forgot to collect some artifact, or some mode of being in. maybe that was heaven, knowing the difference, knowing the rules, knowing the code. 040315 ... Talking Heads a place where nothing ever happens. 040316 ... meg in your arms. 040316 ... sk8rh8r a half-pipe 040317 ... once again heaven is the deep blue sky when it's time to sleep. The pink rubber pig that stands on my desk. Heaven is the seashell engraved with a date, a soft rainbow blanket, old memories I made. It's walks on the beach, a kiss on your lips. It's you and it's me... all of this. Heaven is here, despite all the pain... it is where you make it, all in your head. 040317 ... a thimble in time heaven is in the pious -yiddish saying 040318 what's it to you? who go blather from