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where does the Boy lead us except to certainty? he takes our hand, cold as his might be, and tugs us along no matter how we resist. curse you, the Boy! we wish not discover the tidings he deems necessary. we wish not endure the vision he sets before us, like a rank feast. ohhh the BoyInvocationPsalm: “Garden Boy”Liturgical Reading: “The Veteran”Concluding Prayerwell guess I’m done with yun, for now anyhow. stay greasy, uh huh, for a whole ‘nother week, wink wink