God is in the machine, god is in the rain

[threeplusfire]

Did you ever smell the rain - The humidity in the air?
Did you ever feel the pain - Depending on what you will dare?

Sometime this morning, it rained. James liked the sound of the rain.

Because radiomancy is the only faith I practice right now, I turned the shuffle on while I stomped the pavement with that sweet smell of cold water and hot concrete filling my nose. There was Funker Vogt's "Date of Expiration" -

Great expectations
But the end is so near
A strange iteration
And soon it starts again

Then it was Grendel all the way down, screaming songs, and I kept going until the pain in my feet was closer to the pain in my chest. The only way out is through.

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[p-m-cryan.livejournal.com]

I am stunned by the randomness of the universe, where a James can be gone and yet horrid others get to walk around.

I'm listening.