I got hit by a truck and woke up in a church.

I returned to the city of New York with two bags and twenty-five dollars.

There is a church. Have you heard? In the winter there’s an ice castle. I heard from some oil pusher on the hot block in Overtown that… so after the Dodge Ram incident Miami can be your ami. It takes a lot to wake up. For me it took the rough driver’s side door of some troubled man’s 30mile per hour “collectable.” The driver’s side door was smashed in, the window was broken out, the mirror was shattered like one to many romances, and the two men inside had Jesus whipped cuts all over their arms. I hopped up quickly, unabashedly unscathed bike still in tact. A wise man Brimstone and a cat with too many lives. Heaven’s waiting room and one godfearing fuckerbitch too many.

Dysfunctional combustible human suit suing for mental anguish to extinguish flames flowing from fiery eyes.

Why are you wearing that human suit?

Human suits don’t suit you.

Turn heaven’s hand to hell

Hell’s eyes eyeballing the lot of you.

The decadent defendant pleads guilty gladly grabbing for the irony.

He states stately that in darkest darkness the suit was set aflame.

The flammable flesh took to the flame burning brighter than tricks of Mephistopheles please tease these bugs gnawing at the

Um, well, yeah you see, the thing about the chicken is.

I was fortunate at that time to have come upon the Sanctuary of Hope.

It was difficult running around the city trying to eat and find refuge on a friend’s floor or a hammock 15 ft in the air. I could’ve had a girl bed soft and big and smelling of roses but I can’t date a girl for her bed even if she told me to.

But it’s really cold outside and starting to rain blue ribbon and the shot of tequila you spent your last seven dollars on.

It’s freezing but you like it when you can see your breath.

It’s drizzling but your coat was built for death.

Too much now you wonder if the Sanctuary of Hope crowd is still awake working on the show maybe you could sleep there. You’re having an Awakening but right now

Vacancy here! A little white ship to sail the dangerous night in…

Sure I’ll think about it.

You pay 300 dollars a month.

You have access to a space and all it’s facilities including tools and materials.

You’re a part of a living sculpture.

You, above all, have the freedom to express yourself fully as an artist in a collaborative setting.

You’re living with peacocks.

You’re a resident at Sanctuary of Hope.

Thank you Matthew Blair, Lech Szporer, and Andrew Wingert for pulling me off the streets and into a home.