i love marla
god asks me, "why"?
why did i cause so much pain?
did'nt i realise that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?
can't i see how we're all manifestations of love?
I look at god behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but god's got this all wrong.
we are not special.
we are not crap or trash, either.
we just are.
we just are, and what happens just happens.
and god says, "no, that's not right."
yeah. well. whatever. you can't teach god everything.
i am the all-singing, all-dancing crap of this world;
i am the toxic waste by-product of god's creation
what beautiful, beautiful cynicism.
why did i cause so much pain?
did'nt i realise that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?
can't i see how we're all manifestations of love?
I look at god behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but god's got this all wrong.
we are not special.
we are not crap or trash, either.
we just are.
we just are, and what happens just happens.
and god says, "no, that's not right."
yeah. well. whatever. you can't teach god everything.
i am the all-singing, all-dancing crap of this world;
i am the toxic waste by-product of god's creation
what beautiful, beautiful cynicism.
