we_are_made_of_mud smile of a dog if it rains hard i will pick you up, shelter you with my hands and body and carry you all the way to where it's dry. even as my face becomes unrecognizable. you will know me then only by my voice. talk to me you will say. sing. laugh. 050202 ... Garcon we are sticks, sinews with branches and leaves that soak up all of our sun and we barely speak, in destitute phrases but we never stop, we're never done with our singing of melody, harmody, rhapsody and believing that once there was a prize to be won; some cliche lyric on the end of a power chord and so it has begun. so i press my fingers down and i feel your bedroom swell with sound i am singing it out loud we are made of mud. we are made of moss. we are made of stone that has grown from the seeds that we'd sown in the sun. when we were young. when we were young. and now we've begun. and we progress and we can't be stopped by the sound or the stress and the weight of your hand you are gripping my arm it starts to hurt some, it's true, but i leave it on and we can go on and on .... and we are the champions, my friend.... 050202 ... quotree "God made mud. God got lonesome. So God said to some of the mud, "Sit up!" "See all I've made," said God, "the hills, the sea, the sky, the stars." And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around. Lucky me, lucky mud. I, mud, sat up and saw what a nice job God had done. Nice going, God. Nobody but you could have done it, God! I certainly couldn't have. I feel very unimportant compared to You. The only way I can feel the least bit important is to think of all the mud that didn't even get to sit up and look around. I got so much, and most mud got so little. Thank you for the honor! Now mud lies down again and goes to sleep. What memories for mud to have! What interesting other kinds of sitting-up mud I met! I loved everything I saw! Good night. I will go to heaven now. I can hardly wait... To find out for certain what my wampeter was... And who was in my karass... And all the good things our karass did for you. Amen." -last_rites of bokononism (cat's_cradle, kurt_vonnegut) 050202 what's it to you? who go blather from