Re-entering heaven

It's a place on earth, you know. Just so happens we're one or two, or a vague handful of days away from the Solstice. Would never be the equinox, that's certain. At least. I'm recovering remarkably well, after having had my soul ripped out through my gut, and sewed on quite crookedly. Hmm.

I'll try my best to enjoy it, since I AM the sinner, afterall. Here's the church where I found out Jesus was running through the pews of the sanctuary on the night I attended the healing room. Why the hell not, right?



Maybe more about my actual trip, if I don't flee to the cabin by sacred Tuesday. Christmas break, you know, may the joy of the season be mine.