I’m on yet another plane today, this time flying to see family. It’s a nasty rainy day and reflects my mood appropriately
Looks like my shit is hot again. Buy some prints of my image from Morocco, it looks good on the wall…
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