i still totally have empty spots; but i've done a good job filling them with methadone. heaven = babylon = new york city. right? & jenny, while not a substitute for the rest of the pile of glass, sure is a balm on the wounds. which makes it better. i don't always lie up wracked with it. i do a little, but with less "wrack." if i wracked too much, i'd wake her up! so ache. always an ache. & being able to disappear & be brilliant simultaneously? that is pretty great. you can just sit in the iron guts of the city & watch walls go by. puts a dent in the hunger for labyrinths, you know? so all in all, i think i'm doing a pretty good job of playing the magician on my situation. odin drinking from mimir's skull n' all that. move some arcana around, twist some of the path's 'round on the sephiroth, flip to a few qlipah & you're cooking with gas. it's no kether, but it is a living. which, how about them apples?
later, when i went to the gym, all was going well till i split the seams on my boxers!