2006-11-17 - 12:14 a.m. So, a friend asks what I've been up to. Well, ever since the meth lab got blown up, I’ve been siting in a corn field trying to have a metaphysical experience and hiding from the cops. I’d been sitting there for three days and seven nights when it finally happened. First, there was a low rumble, as if the earth were shaking from the footsteps of a giant. Then, oddly, there was an odor somewhat like a person who hadn’t bathed in three days and seven nights. Finally, I was blinded and deafened when HE appeared before me. The sound was as a rushing wind. The light of his glory caused my eyes to shed tears of joy and get all squinty and such. Then came the voice that spoke like thunder saying “Get yer ass outa my field, ya hippie!!” God hates hippies, you know. previous - next

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