[InThePooPoo]

the church of celestialism.

it's my prison cell, too.

you're not the only prisoner here.



i've spent every day of my life living in this church.
there was a time i didn't really even know there was anything else to life.
anything besides reading of the stars and the angels,
and reciting prayers that did not come from my heart.

the angels...

the creator of this world...

the stars...

i hate them all.
i'm tired of them.

i wish someone would tear this building down.





and that's okay.

my friends say that it's okay.
my real friends,
not the people who pretend to put up with me
because of who my sister is, who my  cousin is.

those people are all liars... the worst kind of evil there is.

people who imprisoned me because they think i'd be a monster if they let me be with the woman who made me.

when i leave this place, when i visit the mountain...
i feel free.
free to be myself.

i love it. the freedom.

i don't think i ever want to come back.

i think i never will.

[InThePooPoo]

what makes me happy?

it's a great question.

the answer used to be 'nothing.'

it's pathetic, i know...

but that was my life for as long as i could remember.

my friends helped me to understand myself...
to have all of these thoughts i was never allowed to have before.

i like to see people in pain.

i like to see them cry.

watching people lose pieces of themselves... 
seeing parts of them spill out onto the ground...

the way a person's eyes change when they die.
they become a porcelain doll.

it's so beautiful.




oh...

i really like salty crackers too.