00FOR THE BIRDS00

so we've each had a gram of MDMA and 450mg of mirtazapine. We managed to stay awake through the drowsies and now the demon goggles are in high resolution. the em goirds our loins so we swoop down as pure agents of mirth and rightious fury. Elohim blesses us. you can just tell. hot ruah down the back of our necks. we round the corner and there stands the old church like a drunken hag gatekeeping a rope bridge. its tall brutalised walls do its best to yield before the howeling winds of the winter night. The night companions tuned benevolence already focused by blessed medals of mary and an improvised anointing (the good stuff not the coles brand) is further augmented by a palpable friendship. a powerful smell of petrol hangs in the air. feathers are ruffled. you gotta burn the thing completly. no good just to chop the tree down and leave it.