Well, I'm being completely honest. Although I do admit to bowing to the siren call of indulgence with twisted, self-loathing talon-torn broken, lonely and lost regard to these three nilhistic, void-magnet modern pursuits with the fervour of the Minotaur in McDonalds, I do feel Jesus is coming for me.

The air is getting tighter, warmer, thoughts are answered and peace peeks out from under the doormat of the doors of perception. Love, as it is, is.