The wall of New Jerusalem is measured in 144 cubits
[The journal picks up a rustle of sheets and a yawn as Crowley wakes up from his week long sleep. He pauses as he notices his room is not as he left it, but as he’s found himself surrounded by trees or whole new buildings that weren’t there before from much longer ‘naps’, he’s not entirely phased by it.
So he’ll just groan and lean over the bed to pick up the journal, flicking through it in an attempt to find out how long he was out for and if anyone is dead that he should know about]
Oh my baby did something cute, now it’s doing something bad, why do we have babies, oh no the babies are gone, cry, bitch, whine. Wow. Looks like I missed a thrilling week of non-stop fun. Woe is me.
So he’ll just groan and lean over the bed to pick up the journal, flicking through it in an attempt to find out how long he was out for and if anyone is dead that he should know about]
Oh my baby did something cute, now it’s doing something bad, why do we have babies, oh no the babies are gone, cry, bitch, whine. Wow. Looks like I missed a thrilling week of non-stop fun. Woe is me.