this rusty relic when it has finally good and washed away on the waves of its children leaving its last hope of resurrection spent on an overhead projector and a damned outside consultant with a damned good vision plan … we will remember the big churchy words wrapped around the marching orders. we will remember the days when we loved being right more than we loved loving. this crumbling ark of a thing that we’ve half-worshipped and over-mortgaged finally... Read more