A Journal Of The Dark Arts
a beautiful speculative fiction piece from my friend Jonathan Ray, aka Skincage. Turns out he’s an extraordinary writer as well as sound artist.
“I can’t believe you dragged me to the middle of the goddamn desert. This place is ridiculous.”
“Seriously, Thomas? We jumped through so many hoops to get permission to travel, and we ate beans and rice for 3 years to pay for all this, and now you’re going to bust my hump as if I had any control over where the Communion Centers exist? This is the only one in the States. You are impossible!”
“This is a load of crap and a waste of time, and you know it.”
“Well, it is a load of crap that you are going to participate in, graciously, if you don’t want to waste the rest of your time alone. You promised, and we are doing this.”
The elderly couple entered the Communion Center together, and immediately sat at opposite ends of a plush blue couch in the waiting area. They did…
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