The Hand of Death is no match for a Sweaty Human

So when yer friend is wallowing in the dark night of his/her soul, at 2am, hating him/herself, wondering if there is any meaning whatsoever, then suggest a healthy sweat.

God loves sweat. really. he loves funky humans. When we sweat, God sweats, Creation sweats and the whole universe sweats with us. When the Hand of Death rests upon a shoulder and says: its all bad. you aint shit. give it up. then you are hating self, hating God, hating Creation, Hating the Universe.

The devil's entire plot is to get us to hate ourselves and create a dualistic, walled-off, remote connection between Man and God. That's the whole schtick. He's a hater. he's trying to drive a wedge twixt the Universe and Man. hatin ass hater.

So sweat. Let God and the whole glittering thing know you got love for em and at the same time enjoy the sweet feeling of kickin the devil to the curb.

its on

Yesterday was MLK's birthday. me and nicole and ashley and deb marched from Sister's of the Road to St. Mary's Academy with a few hundred people, then went home to listen to KBOO. I passed out and in my dreams i heard MLK's speech we will overcome, which was playing on the radio at the time. In my dream I had my head in my hands and was sobbing. Stark juxtaposition with the whooping and hollering I just did as Obama became Pres. Oh man you know its on. My man Big Scott has been giving me updates from DC where he was at the mall with people from all over the nation: families and lovers, bums and heroes, wise men and fools.

I am really excited to see what the man does now that its official. First things last, close Guantanamo Bay. Today is a good day. Walk by strangers and smile. Yesterday I said hello to a cute well-dressed Asian girl and she sneered at my audacious hope. I said, one of these days I am going to learn not to say hello to girls like that, but I actually hope I never learn. Even snooty girls get my love today.

Holla!