this church has broken stained glass. the roses are growing everywhere. the angels aren't here. you either accept the roses or the ribbons. this belongs to the twins. they stay here every other night. ribbons, masks, broken glass, roses, the whole 9 yards. this isn't something you'd often think about. the beads roll off to another state of being. isn't that nice? do you ever think there's a possibility of being married to someone here? I wouldn't think so. i thought you loved this place, really. it's all about what y o u want, isn't it ?