Overseas and far away from the rooted Cult of Los Angeles, but her attractive power is strong and has such a strong hold on my guts, thoughts and the like. We are in Juliaca, Peru and it is a dynamic place, but entirely foreign to the Cult of Los Angeles... I hear her moan for me, my warmth, my love for her sand and palms- those palms that stroke and choke the sensitive and soft places. That salt water that cools her coasts, where life crawled from the depths of the sea... And now, that is where I crawl back in hopes of finding god, me and the answers now frozen in secrecy. I will seduce the code from the void or I will crush it...