I’m not psychic. It’s just a coincidence
Friday, April 8th, 2005that God read my tagline on Joan of Arcadia tonight. I was kinda surprised to hear it from His lips myself. I never thought of T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land as a poem about spring cleaning. I don’t think I can read it quite the same again.
“April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the [...]