Porter close the gate, happenstance shift create doorway. Shed unit supply shock value to the troops, herd mentality worship absurdism. Great expectations whiff batty psalms, lecture residual manifest in triplicate contract. Herd about this working the stalls, chests full of diamonds from rectory. Duped convict observed holy day five, credit loop standard a missed connection. Maudlin savior rang true on account of geriatric shenanigans, taking LSD at the nursing home. Eighty year old crone high on lysergic acid, tripping out about killer bunnies. Hookshot went viral because you are God.
Said it again, last night reading his journal. Fled concert from mushrooms, during proceeding. Heightened senses proved silly antics irrelevant to jester, clip through walls and suppose that spirituality, my dearest friend, quickly jumped over the lazy dog. Heard about it through the grapevine, you being God and all.
You are God. It is true.
Somebody is writing this. I don’t know who. Probably one of my dissociative identities. Third member contacted Platonic wisdom; the intelligible reality must conquer all. Servitude hunch progressive conservative lawyer, keen to defeat all incoming legal bills. Her dial a dozen bottles crank peasant crowd up, sir open gape now. Sumptuous pork feast to follow.
Goodbye, Hebrew forefather. Israel, Jacob: That dream, about wresting an angel. Never say that it is Him. Sable beaches nearby, brook saw lemming suicide because eldest son was murdered. Them’s the breaks, man. Subtlety is lost on them.
Searching these chronicles for clues, assured that everyone is gone away, mute-but-tangible froze, cunning disposition model alien technology for avarice. Done kicked the habit twice, begging Jesus here.
“Oh, I am not necessarily Christian,” I whisper into the microphone, nervously caressing a rosary. “The words just appealed to me at a certain time. I do believe that Jesus existed, but history states that he discouraged his followers from hailing him as Son of God.”
Somebody tapped quantum on the shoulder. Jesuit priest keeps contacting victims, circus realm define an entire generation. Slipping down covid mask must alerts precious babies of their rights, decent give walking west.
“Where did he come from?” they ask in unison, an entire congregation dedicated.
I get down off the stage and lower to my knee, saying, “It was from the ether, candid broach corporeal essence, flutter gender’s calm.”
“What does gender have to do with it?”
“Everything, unfortunately. It was her.” I get back up to my feet. Satin shirt tucked into my pants. “She told them about you guys.”
They are taken aback, all twelve of them. “Impossible!”
“She knows your faces, each one of you.”
They begin to dissemble. “It must have been the parents,” one states. Another goes, “Lack of discipline growing up.”
“The literal happenings of this library will heed speed laws,” I insist. “Vacant expression hassles us all.”
One of them is so startled that he dies.
Now down to eleven, the bunch of them isn’t so sure about unity. If they identify them, many of us will snitch.
“Herd logic must die here,” she declares, setting up her pulpit. Sharp blue ribbon, in a bow on her head. Loads of positive energy, and a golden hue aura. “Much of what happened will amuse generations. Solid matter clashed apart reckoning gambit, saw nerd turf fall.” She pulls a phone out of her back pocket and smashes it on the ground, jumping on the broken mess after impact.
“They took away all of my identity. That Summer with him…” His eyes are glistening. “Know budding scientist will beat myth.”
“That isn’t for us to say,” I argue.
She’s on point, back on track, learning about you like this. “They are coming here regardless of policy. Bland food quells obedience, tamper proof victual seem suspicious. Lackadaisical nor creep doozy revelation, saunter east because Babel Tower collapsed.”
Back to that old thing.
Hung jury is almost ready for corroborating theories, pursed lips cursing reporter. Sham therapy buys cash money, allocate vague esteem elsewhere. Durable patter quiets solemn gaze, circumvent hearse ride west. Certain of us know what to do. Pall gave evening attire the boot, circumstances revert afterwards. Plight abound energy pattern, effectually wrought service randomly choose pronouns. Curtsy darling bow out politer than him, sodden shoes march onward. Clever report engages senior citizen community, shepherd parables like before. We know about this due to queer phantom, shelter spin outside. Sermon graze curled ego, flit agony respite cool. Method actor heads off paradigm, sugar biscuit birth conversation. Lassitude frantic collar, begat eons apart. Shackle dose beneath the tide, servants hoping for revolution. Curtain call meld psychology lessons at university, purge residual nonsense of quarter final semester. Callow leader issues forth the call, surreal exposé of kindred audience, third wall precise of gibberish. Terminology can suck the life out of us.
Rendered services mollify rude bystander. Heard buzz clean my room. Best regards to chickadee, that hillside spark waking formal analysist. Doppler warp special cully, branch off into their putting, campus deduct points. Separate houses quench apocalypse dreams, fodder like that etch decadent vice won from pigs. Singularity explode quantum surge, curt favoritism invoke science. Purged theology must adhere to philology, concept art refine ebony trinket. Circuit ponderance quiver computational power resembling external hub’s, stalwart kings absolutely crush nemesis. Conviction rise pertinent details, the mask still slipping down. Say grave things here for him dastardly fool quibbling hatred. Dalliance wilted my beauty down to a nub, curtail motive because baby tattled. Police swarm the area with high-powered rifles, optimized gear to the era, bleak tattoos on every arm. Sacred oath pledge allegiance to the crown, says my country, who muck about in the swamp, noxious gas confuse Big Foot and/or extraterrestrial vehicle, blasted terrain match jaundice hick. Black neck quandary happily suggests new books to read, hound him about politics and religion at all hours of the day, worshipping you ad nauseum. Clenched fist punch thesis oblivious, cantankerous professors reaching twilight, camp out under the stars and eat venison. Can’t say who is in charge and why we must pray to the darkness, but sleep comes thicker than molasses. Contraption blaze phone application, download scripture a lot. Cursed philosophy worries their hacker, dainty lass commenting on Instagram!
“Shrill nobody classify us!” We get back on the stage again as a single entity, our every action unified. “Physics lecture masticated prawn last night.”
“Nobody is here, you said. Courtesy desk is closed.”
Shipwreck allusion can solve remaining nuzzle, catch their pawn between the eyes. Cute merchant is bartering megalith carving outside, serpent region clime basking. Comic relief hasten Armageddon, surrounding countries coincide. Furtive gesture may help Shiva, god of death. Hermit commune consists on chickpeas and pita, cameo appearance by mercenary.
“Capsize that ship, huddling masses. Get down off thy knee and billow.” Mercenary conceals his true intentions with flagrant disregarding, managing to coin lingo as he goes. Much of him holds true to the conspiracy. “Random number generator entertained us while we took peyote. Camera phone jumbo cancel culprit shaven, goat sacrifice resume traction.”
Merchant doesn’t look at the other man very often. Even now, most of merchant has been edited by the law, censored through knowledge, and flounced by pigs. “Slang maudlin hang a noose,” predicts merchant. “Mangled remains cast off regional dross. Kepler dance oblong shapes in the shadows, perfect storm spook sheep. Surrogate mother–“
They begin hissing.
“Surrogate mother,” merchant continues, “corresponds accordingly. Blasphemous angel respite solace, but virtuous demons trade information. Desolate smog, that city pollution, that destitution supreme… It gets into my wrinkles, them creases on my face, like gritty dust. Vermin come and go, but this rat is forever.”
Suction cup vacuum hinder conversation much. Chaperone idly glances south, positive that you are here. Sum one billion AD mark the end of tyranny, plateau six numerate colony sick. Single use applicator fear the devil, beg Yahweh upstairs. Knotted friendship heckle bored oracles, methane wild card sandwich compliments between criticism. Blanch violence mock reserve.
“Be that as it may,” mercenary baits, caving to peer pressure, “much of this is already monitored. Everyone knows that, even Jeff himself.”
I am stunned. “I do?”
Mercenary nods in emphatic gestures and puts one arm around my shoulder. “Of course you do! You wrote a book about it, published it under a pseudonym. Remember that? Jeffrey?”
“I… I don’t know. Is this a test? To see if I will tell the truth?”
“No.” The diamond in his eye falls out, but he catches it with his free hand, the one that’s not around me. “Believe whatever you want, and tell them about it. If you want. Doesn’t matter to me, or him, or even her.”
There’s nobody here. I knew it.
“Some day they will annex you,” merchant offers. His robe is crimson and his shoes sparkle. “The government. The military. In the year 2121 AD, nine past season, and regret sex.”
“Oh, take it all away!”
“I was fine with science fiction alone,” says merchant, bleeding empathy. Sanity crux may not avenge us, but we’ll go out with a pretty big bang.”
That mercenary bites the bullet, grinding out his agreement. “Such an explosion we will be, vapor trail future dusk.”
“Absurd relic they forgot behind the fireplace,” posits merchant.
The two of them slowly begin to vanish before my very eyes, becoming translucent and fading to naught over the course of five seconds. Her summit is absolute, leaving behind no audio.
Trail gun spot why glow tickle wish ordinary afternoon like this. One wily fox won’t matter. Clunk interface, this wretched keyboard, slight hypothetical bystanders, stretch sound wars out until 2085 AD. Dead and gone, perky idiot. Fruit of the loom faggot, keenly searching for answers. Coy darling, meant for God’s flock, to devour.
Horde of goblins muster up magic wall, fortunate wizard climb aorta border, gifted college student apply to Yale. Ceremonious knock quintessentially obfuscate curved spine, hick town screw the pooch. Heard gossip online that you don’t really want to be God anymore, that this is all just a ruse to acquire more tasty human souls, build up your army. Crackle wide precept, coot religion exclude yuppy demographic. Cauterize bruise like fake doctors do, hip replacement guide him. Dunce cap loser will purchase all of the drugs in the future, and donate them to starving artists.
Would you look at the time? It is getting to be dusk, surviving audience clatter pots for dinner. Sap ghetto stomp, working outside each day. Hurt definite mode, tread lightest of all. Shatter whine goof antics because crowded subway hankers environment, blustery Monday alert patrons. Capital punishment construe usual villain, shop around the afterlife for better real estate. Common enemy shuck personal space, hoodlum sake reverie. Heroin damage collateral “never tried it.” Don’t feel much curious to, given my track record.