change on the wind

[etherealmommy]

of the church of the chemical flame, lift me up to the sky, in which I am nothing, just a breeze a wish for something, where I can sweep among the starlight and the earth doesn't ask why, let me burn, let me cry, the red sparks of a warrior, the spiritless life of a worker or an ant burned in the fire, for every life seared by desire, is my heart

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[revjim]

Sorry I missed you when you were here. I responded to you but had no way of contacted you other than hoping you'd contact me. But you didn't. Maybe next time.

[etherealmommy]

yeah again I'm sorry too....every time I come down there it turns into a circus...this time involving me trying to look for an apartment and pick up school forms....I barely saw anyone...
Wanted to get in contact with you but didn't have a number to take with me and hadn't checked my mail....busy busy....
Well, *eventually*.