dear rapture,
while it was funny enough, when you were supposed to happen, and the wind nearly tore all our tents and shit away, and the rain fuckin poured down, and the river raised about a foot and started flowing slightly upstream and whirl pooling back around, and we were all "oh herro rapture" we told you to blow us by getting wasted, said "fuck yo rain", threw more wood on our fire, and tied everything down better.
judgement day my ass.
-J.