ee ee oo oo, a story fine a story tru. mm hmm, a sad one no doubt, about the isolation we all face. i know my solitude most painfully in the shower, amid thy bubbles n scrubbin brushes, where no soul sees you and you have no voice but your own. then i get out, and i have company once more, as the worms squelch under my feet and the pigs rummage for the filth i hath dripped. can there be a desperation profound’r than this? shhhh it's a secret

Invocation

Psalm: “No Nose”

Liturgical Reading: “For A Moment I Had a Friend”

Concluding Prayer

gosh that’s it uh oh. guess you’ll just hafta stink with us next week heh heh