there is this parking garage, its hard to explain, when i stand in it, my body hums with a cosmic tension, and there are stars painted on the pillars and the place is falling down and there are elevator signs that are so beautiful and the place made me realize that the pictures i take of cities are a seeking out of holy sites and most of the graffiti is in one place, and that grafitti is mostly sacred, talking about locations or prayer or things like that, and there is in the corner on the bottom floor (there are five floors, the top floor fatherest away from everything that is where the elevator sign is, neon, fifties, green adn white)--but in the exact opposite space, hidden crude drawings of a woman showing the world her cunt (that word is crude now, but it has powerful magic, cwne, queen, cow, cunt--the concept of enternal womanhood, the birth canal of the universe, that holy and sacred space, where stonehenge was based on and where it was burnt from the mind of christendom, it is a cunt and that cunt reminds me of nothing more then a shilengigh, and how to get from the shilengigh to the elevator sign is this double helix decript ramp, and that ramp on each of the levels has bushes and trees and nonesense growing from it, and everyone seems to gain this holy energy from it, like the thurminer humming i used to get in churches, and pat thinks its on this massive ley line, and i dont know, but it does fill that god shaped hole, and bryan is energized in a way that i cannot explained, and danielle found it for us but im not sure im allowed to write about it, and near the elevator sign i can see the city, and the painting of the birks building adn the first lutheran church and all that noise and i sing ot my self that anglican hymn glenys taught me--god of concerte god of steel, a hymn that was in one year and only one year and all of this doesnt really make sense, but its from the top of my head and its what i wanted to say