Posted by kid_A on September 18, 2001, at 10:58:18
In reply to Re: How to live and act like a real human being... » kid_A, posted by kazoo on September 18, 2001, at 1:28:15
I am walking through the desert, naked accept for a loin cloth made of sisal rope, and a studded leather wristband. It is high noon and the sun looms overhead slowly moving across the sky with it's spidery legs. Though it seems as if the skyline were made of waves and there is not an animal to be seen, all imagined underground in shelter from the cursed sun, I feel a chill, and as if in time, without missing a beat, I feel a hand on my shoulder.I turn around and it is God, carying a walking stick and wearing a pink hat with a large plume that seems gaudy but this thought only exists for me but for a few seconds or more. On either side of Him are two minature pinchers who both seem to have feathered wings growing from their backs. My thoughts momentarily return to the Hat of God, but are interupted as He speaks:
"What are you doing here my son?", soft and gentle, quiet, I am taken aback, no booming bearded God here, a petal soft whisper that again flows over me like cool air. "I am sad, and I am lonely, I fell in love with love and it has forsaken me, I followed the north star and found an oasis of cheerless sand, I drank from the sea and went mad with lust, I swallowed raw electricity"
"Ha Ha Ha Ha" a resounding laugh, this time, shocking me again at its greatness, its total completeness, how it surrounds me again, this time like a hot bath. "Is that your answer to me, Lord?" A smile, A beat, "You were looking in the wrong place again, you walked for 900 miles yet need only have taken a step, you prayed to Me, yet could have prayed of yourself, you sought love yet forgot your own beating heart, you mistook your lust for sin, you did not hear the laughter in the rocks, you did not hear those blades of grass sing their psalm to you." "My son, you looked for answers but never saw them, cribbed on your very arm, waiting to be drank"
"But I..." and then gone, and again, the heat, left behind, naught but a dog feather, and that awful hat, and more questions, unanswered, yet inside. I sigh and turn to my left and get a Coke (tm), from a Semonite vendor.
-KID A.
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