everything happens for a reason even bad shit well that's the mysterious ways of the devil. the devil's so blase.

i remember amber cloud cathedral incense dawn drunk standing in deep chant.

in my sleep i was writing and reading the three christs of ypsilanti at the same time. i woke myself up by saying This is Absurd (like my dad), how can i read it and write it at the same time? and anyway it's already been written. isn't that a funny dream?