Friday, April 07, 2006
ONE HANDED PRAYER
THE SOUND OF ONE HAND PRAYING
“Ours is not to reason why ours is but to do or die.”
A teacher sitting in front of a class of adult lifelong learners was updating his desk calendar using various colors of highlighters to help organize the next month of his life. His desk was organized which to me means a sterile mind. Sitting on top of a stack of papers he had a paper weight which was an old military shell he found two years before while out reconnoitering with his metal detector.
This shell looked like a really big and fat bullet or what the hard of hearing jar heads call Ordnance.
Suddenly with the theme from jaws rumbling at low base in the background a desk roach appeared. It was just there back up against the weighted paper and he thought how amazing that such a low level life form could actually have a front and a back that were different.
The teacher sneaked a look sideways to see where the bug was going to go. If he went away he’d let him live but it was scurry without mercy across the wide open middle of the polished desk. This provoked the teacher into homicidal bug obliteration behavior.
He picked up the weighted shell and crushed that bitch. The class was startled and in denial when the shell exploded and blew off the teachers hand.
An axiom is psychology is that we instantly deny that which does not fit into our natural ordering of realities. “No way, ”they all screamed. ‘Oh gosh this is so gross. I can’t even spell tourniquet let along apply one. What do we do? Let’s pray. What about teacher man? Are one handed prayers answered? Evidently not!
The battle between man and roach has gone into overtime. Put me in Roach!
Peace Freddogg
“Ours is not to reason why ours is but to do or die.”
A teacher sitting in front of a class of adult lifelong learners was updating his desk calendar using various colors of highlighters to help organize the next month of his life. His desk was organized which to me means a sterile mind. Sitting on top of a stack of papers he had a paper weight which was an old military shell he found two years before while out reconnoitering with his metal detector.
This shell looked like a really big and fat bullet or what the hard of hearing jar heads call Ordnance.
Suddenly with the theme from jaws rumbling at low base in the background a desk roach appeared. It was just there back up against the weighted paper and he thought how amazing that such a low level life form could actually have a front and a back that were different.
The teacher sneaked a look sideways to see where the bug was going to go. If he went away he’d let him live but it was scurry without mercy across the wide open middle of the polished desk. This provoked the teacher into homicidal bug obliteration behavior.
He picked up the weighted shell and crushed that bitch. The class was startled and in denial when the shell exploded and blew off the teachers hand.
An axiom is psychology is that we instantly deny that which does not fit into our natural ordering of realities. “No way, ”they all screamed. ‘Oh gosh this is so gross. I can’t even spell tourniquet let along apply one. What do we do? Let’s pray. What about teacher man? Are one handed prayers answered? Evidently not!
The battle between man and roach has gone into overtime. Put me in Roach!
Peace Freddogg
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"Put me in roach!" You deserve to pay 48% in taxes for that comment alone. --- Terry
# posted by 
: 7:49 AM
: 7:49 AM
I first had Coach like the Fogarty song and then it just appeared to me Roach. I don't know why but I know it's a Catholic boy thing.
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