sometimes when i try to write something comes along to crash my machine, usually i'm trying to do five things at once here in the office and then add some writing for you on top, then i wonder why i've lost what i wrote

i wrote a punk song for you, about your love and how it affects me, it's lost, and i'm one of those people who doesn't remember what they've said or written

i'm sorry i have so many failings, and i'm sorry you have to compensate for my failings so often, perhaps if i was more competent you're life would be easier, perhaps i am the trial James was telling you about

i love you, i always love you, you are God's gift of grace in motion to me, and he is generous indeed