What happened in there?
Narrow rail, sheer curtains..

Step out of that church.

Never confess.

Close to our sources I believe in the healing power of unhealthy options. Percussive isolation. Resentment buried in a colossal physique. Orpheus, the overspontaneous, beating through a dinosaur theme park. Don’t care, I only lie about what I believe is without a theory of purpose, no gift of agency to promote his case. Masking vanity becomes his sidekick’s challenge. Outside

fizzy yet salient talking points soak toward a nudist beach hanging in as your escape hatch (always the last place you look!)