Eastern Rite Mystic

Walked into a busy worst-pub to find the bar without any barstaff behind it again. i walked to the left hand side of the bar hoping to spy someone on the vertical but it was still empty. I then went down to the wash-up area and found northernbeardytwats ex girlfriend hiding doing nothing. And do you know something . . .she was really pissed off that I'd come to find her. I joined Wilson at the smoking-table, who was drunk and cuddly and lovely talking of his weekend away. Then, just after he left, Albert Camus slammed his whisky upon the table and said " we must talk." oh, and we talked, we talked like only people who are free from restraint through the love of God can talk. Eastern Rite to Western Rite, sharing the mystical qaulities of our churches, the mystical qualities of being a sinner and the mystical qualities of being alive we talked and we talked and we talked. Praise be to the Father and peace to His people on earth. To find a pub prophet will always make my heart sing.