"put on your spurs and swagger around..

..in the
desperate
kingdom
of love."

So I fainted the other night and found myself on the floor of my bathroom with a purple bump on my face and thought :
shit. This is the sort of thing that drives people to churches.

This was all back pain, this was all mental strain and we dig demons out of old wounds winding ourselves too tight about worries too thin the days can get away from you when you start chasing.. put your own oxygen mask on first so that you can better assist others..
I so easily forget how the health slips when I am too busy worrying about the words on my lips hanging like a needle over a turntable
it is really just not all so dramatic.