....so i bought liturgical incense, censers flyng with ethiopian myrrh flowing around islands of black jews to the magic carpet of the ark .
i just cannot see what's really babylon and why i belong there. i remember a past in a cold cold rewind-knowing it's real yet feeling that it's nothing.
why would anyone think rotten pots would have any place in martha stewart's candy ass mark down kmart reality?
" and the breath of god smells of sweet sedition...cigarettes ice cream figurines of the virgin mary"
