Tonight I read a mildly hallucinogenic rhapsody dealing first, with Houston's megachurch faithful, and how being lulled by them into a state of semi-mystical ecstasy, she segued over time into experience with the street drug of that name. It first ran in the New Yorker a few years back, and so succeeds in taking my habitual navel gazing in my own reviews to a position of dopey invulnerability I bought THIS.
— Dec 22, 2021 08:51PM
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