Man
I remember when I was
one cell, one single-celled
organism I couldn't even
FORM memories. You
had no place to put it!
I had to concentrate
so hard. All this shit
was going on inside me,
split! Split! "Are there
going to be more of me
now?"
No, asshole. Just shut
up and watch how it works
okay?
God was so sick of my questions
back then. I didn't even know
what God was, I thought God
was some kind of big loser.
No body! I had a super blobby
body and it was huge by my
count. Meanwhile, some "being
of pure spirit" all infiniting around
everywhere,
I would go "boooOOOOoOo!"
- but apparently God had seen
worse.
I don't know why but God spends
most of that infinite time and attention
chilling with humans at the pre-being
stage.
Maybe it's easier. Telling them all this
shit, "LOOK, 'Joe.' You're not going
to remember any of this, but-" I was
like, who IS THIS thing? Why call me
'Joe,' as opposed to anything else? "I
KNOW FUTURE SHIT-" "Oh come on
man! Get out of my head #1, and #2:
spoiler alert! I wanna find out normally!"
God
basically
got the idea eventually. And
I can't really blame or fault
on that score. I was a little
snot pocket! But
sometimes I'm sad
it all happened before
I could even form memories.
Now I don't even know what
happened then!
Then later I got distracted
something awful! WOW.
So this is the famous "birthday"
I never heard about once in
my entire life.
What's with the "air"? Is that
seriously the best we can do?
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