a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

June 03, 2006

10something p.m., four hours after the fire began and only got bigger...I have a tan and the smell of meat where used to be my forearm...don't remember leaving the site of the fire, but careening down the road I am watching a church float above us...not sure if it is following or stationary...do they have floating churches, because if not the Lutherans have gotten aggressive.

update, three miles down Rt18, church still there, floating 77 yards behind us. There is a pain in my chest...going to close my eyes...the church is still there...I now fear it may be protestants...

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