That’s me in the corner losing my religion.
When the waxed-on wings come off under the light of sanity, it comes to the revelation that once a religion is blasphemed, it dies and sets of a quest for a new religion.
The orthodox now pagan; the angel, rackteer; the evengelist, petty thief, to whom I can’t keep up.
And that’s me in the corner, losing my religion.
I know I’ve said too much; I havn’t said enough.
Good-bye, 2009; hello, 2010.