• Blessed are the unruly and the unfit,for their excesses show us the edge of society. Blessed are the unrestrained,for for their ecstasies break the chains of complacencyand teach us our limit(ation)s. Blessed are the volatile,for their storms teach us that silence is not safety. Blessed are the lovers who claw and moan and tremble,for their…

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  • Private Journal Entry — Father RidireDate: 1, Aug, 2025Location: Private Chambers I come not to pray,but to desecrate the quietwith questions sharp as cathedral spires. The air smells of centuries,incense and mildew,forgotten gods bound in gold leaf. I press my palm to cold marble,feel the hum of secretssealed in the grain of the saints’ bones.…

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