At the airport. Again.

I’m on yet another plane today, this time flying to see family. It’s a nasty rainy day and reflects my mood appropriately

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Random lyrics/prose

This came to me last night while I was sleeping and somehow I was able to remember it this morning, hence why I am writing it down.  I have no idea what it means.

The Gates of Heaven must face South

for as I grow older, and look over my shoulder

I stare that northern devil in the face as blood pours from his mouth