It's Wednesday night and I'm cleaning a pistol, listening to Mr. Cash, and wondering where the Anglican Communion has got to.
Maybe it's in high orbit somewhere, maybe it's on Mars, or deep beneath the icy waters of Enceladus. Perhaps the Large Hadron Collider will discover it when they break into a new dimension. I don't know, maybe that's what will happen.
In the meanwhile, I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts.
Do not take that lightly.
LSP
