"They paved paradise and put up a parking lot. Today shalt thou be with me in paradise."

Dear God,



I kind of miss the good old days in Virginia a little.

Amen

"Because when we are clothed, we will not be found naked."

Dear God,

I'm glad to find that I can serve a purpose beyond all my daily-tasks-in-your-name like eating, sleeping, and fending off the sinister demons inhabiting my Brooklyn apartment.


These may not look like much, but they're made of 100% cat hair, and you should know better than anyone that October is approaching and with that the Christmas shopping season.

This year I want all of my presents to have been physically grown from my body. I know it's becoming a catch-phrase, but in these tough economic times...

In Jesus' name I pray.

Amen

"Benedicta tu in mulieribus"

"Who will descend into the abyss to bring Christ up from the dead?"

"Who maketh his angels spirits; his ministers a flaming fire."

Dear God,

Today, I had a really embarrassing day. Not only did my daddy and new-mommy-Jessica bathe me, but as soon as I got out, I was so stressed that I pooped on the bathrug. To top that off, they had a party with a bunch of their secular humanist friends, and as I was scrambling up on bed in my special cerebellar hypoplasiac way, everyone laughed at me.

My only solace today was finding this:



I can't understand a single word they are saying, but that's because it's in Angel. Song of Angels is Freddie and Annie Hayler:

I don't know what else to say except thanks. New York is a difficult place, but your song reigns over Heaven and Brooklyn.

Amen

"And the angels came to the city of the Sodomite"

Dear God,

I live in New York City now. In case you're looking for me.

Amen

"I will shake all the nations"