A very private joke

"We carry within us the seeds of our own redemption. Remember that."
"Aphorims. You carry within your mouth the seeds for more aphorisms. I have learnt from observing you that those things breed. "
"What things?"
"Those cutesy little maxim-lets you delight in so much. The regurgitation of one inspires the regurgitation of others. I am sure this talk of seeds is not over."
"I am trying to give you advice, Junior."
"And you expect me to accept it graciously? Dad, have you learnt nothing in all these years?"
"You’re right. What was I thinking?"
"Hah hah! You let your enthusiasm override your principles! Hah hah!"
"Hah hah hah!"

You know those things...

You tossed a blanket from the bed. You lay upon your back, and waited. You dozed, and watched the night revealing the thousand sordid images of which your soul was constituted. They flickered against the ceiling. And when all the world came back, and the light crept up between the shutters, and you heard the sparrows in the gutters, you had such a vision of the street as the street hardly understands; sitting along the bed's edge, where you curled the papers from your hair or clasped the yellow soles of feet in the palms of both soiled hands.

T.S. Eliot (Reconstituted)

Face of a sinner, hands of a priest

I almost did it on the phone. She called at work. I wish I was a real asshole. A real asshole would have been smiling now.

There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I've no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong

The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over Bourbon Street

-Sting

No, don’t worry. I am not going to hurt anyone. Just piss someone off.