tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post8788722342242984373..comments2024-03-27T07:30:21.457-04:00Comments on BLCKDGRD: Each Morning He'd Anoint the Room's Four Corners with an Arc of Piss - and Then, Until He Was Forcibly Halted - Beat His Forehead Open on the Eastern WallUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-45300984974148933302014-01-27T10:30:42.899-05:002014-01-27T10:30:42.899-05:00Condolences. The consolations of religious ritual ...Condolences. The consolations of religious ritual reach deep into the silent sadnesses of our hearts. And then there're sacred musics—but, then again, aren't they all?Jim H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02088100982761595050noreply@blogger.com