i was dancing last night, with boys, and girls, with myself, and listening to the horns, and seeing that fabric banner, about how we should welcome the grace of god, and thinking about the sally ann bands, and also, how the band leader quoted Wesley, and also how context, the visible context of the every day, of being in a church, regardless of the pyschogeographic ghosts of that specific church, and how that was holy as well...

the rest of the night was amazing, but the bands and the dancing, i felt the spirit of the holy Booths, of the holy ghost, and maybe this is the mystic bullshit jesus freak that occasionally pops up in me, like an inconveienent hard on in the middle of math class, but yeah, the queerness and the holiness merged into bodies, crashed smashed banged and collided into bodies.