The Parasomnial Order

Tomorrow is my big day at the Mother Church. I hope they’re not mad at me for bailing on them last Sunday for I had more important work to do. Work where I got paid to do literally nothing except for going through the pain and agony of cutting my long luxurious locks. It’s been 7 days now and I Believe the hairs are coming back to their original state of harmonious love. The kind of love one gains when going though those tough times of abuse and lack of washing for a week. I plan on the natural process to continue for the next two weeks or so. Then the homo-erotic fluffiness will have no choice but to dissipate into it’s original terror. As for the mad Christian scientists, I want you to welcome me with open arms for I will be in a vulnerable state for reasons of hair loss. Maybe Elohim will help? Maybe not? All I Know is my mini-disk better not break this time. I want a complete recording of the whole experience. If it is cursed again I don’t know what I will do. So probably next week some time you will be granted with yet another (hopefully not as long) journal entry of my experience at church number two of the Church Inquisition.