Have you ever been to where I’m going?
Have you ever been out here?
sudden storm in my brain and there is no story anymore in my brain there is only the fire of the lord in the way that the channels all are flooded and the static overflows and the vein is overblooded and it’s warm in the brain and it’s hot and now it’s burning with the cords cut away and i’m free and i’m falling and the lord keeps calling and my body’s not responding and the call’s not for me and there is no story anymore in the storm the computer’s overloaded at the core in the storm and i’m falling but i’m folded on the floor of the warm red apartment in my body and my body is a city now invaded by the army of the lord in the form of electrical dispatches that were born on the shore of a chemical imbalance and i’m shore like before there’s a story to explain and the doctors and my family will find a way to paint it but there’s more to the storm than the storyteller’s telling there’s a core to the storm and the core is neverending and the emt is yelling and the story’s just a story and the city’s overflowing with the lord’s warm glory