

Missing New YorkRight about now, that big 'ole tree is going up over the ice with them big-ass dancing snowflakes next door and I ain't gonna be there to see it.Missing New York
The Naked Cowboy will be runnin' around in his almost birthday suit in the frigid air of Times Square, and I ain't gonna see it.
I'm missing the shows and the smells and the swear-screeching bright happy cabs. I'm missing my base in Long Island, my YWAMily around me, all supporting me as I support them.
Creatively cataloguing what God said to me that week, offering free prayer in Harlem to frozen women thinner than
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R.I.P. Kim Manners January 13, 1951 January 25, 2009
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The ecstasy, the being free, the big black cloud over you and me
And after that, the upwards fall, and were we angels after all?
I don't know, I don't know...
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"The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies." -Neil Gaiman
"Every saint has a past, every sinner has a future." -Ludo
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