this waiting is frustrating me. i'll stamp myself into a million pieces that will scatter all over the floor. mice in the church offering collection box. bullets squirming within the body of the heirophant like maggots, congregating at his spinal cord. ever try to load a colt single action with those things? talk about taking the word "slug" literally. chapel doors bleached bone white from the desert. everybody builds churches in the desert.
i suggest that they invent the idea of homeowners insurance in heaven. because i want to make it look like sherman's atlanta. etc.
