When I discovered incense, in the wilds of the Venice Beach Boardwalk, as a young man in, probably, the late eighties, I didn’t know it had something to do with me.
When I discovered incense, in the wilds of the Venice Beach Boardwalk, as a young man in, probably, the late eighties, I didn’t know it had something to do with me.
The Ikea-like instructions to build the courtyard
of the Tabernacle have me glancing in my backyard
longing for direction.
This is not our finest moment.
Like God, I prefer a natural look to things.
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