nova_____

Here is something that I wrote the other day:

Slow autumnal light filtering through the clouds, pressing radiant reflections in pools against the tide of a black ocean. Massive towering montains sit perched on the edge of the inlet like silent statues, glowing blue and purple and white. They gaze back at me from across the water. I am perched like a silent statue on the summit of the bluff, overlooking what peace God has created for man to humble himself by. Crystalline tears of light emerge from the heavens, one by one, like the fingertips of some distant figure reaching through an invisible barrier toward the earth. We live beneath the shadows of the sun. Our souls are like stars floating in an ocean of dark matter, reaching toward each other with fingers of light. I am a black flame waiting t illuminate in the shadow of a dark world. My life begins like the stars at dusk: blinking, burning...beginning.

And for those of you that say,"God is dead", I wrote another short piece simply entitled: "Parody on something nice I once wrote".

I descend the stairwell in feverish anticipaton of my next order of business. Suddenly, I gain superhuman quickness as I dart between a much slower elderly woman and her restroom accomplice. My heart palpitates in elation when I spot an empty stall and I trot hurredly toward my destination. Then,everything becomes like slow-motion. I can't seem to reach the facility fast enogh! Finally, I barely make it inside the stall,and slam the door shut. Tightly clenched buttcheeks instantaneosly un-clench, releasing my bowels into an incredulous poop-spasm unparallel to any ever experienced on God's green earth. My relaxed sphincter weeps tears of poop that trickle down the edges of the toilet's interior chasm, while my eyes weep equal tears of joy, and the salty liquid trickles down my proud face!

Well, I hope that satisfies everybody's unquenchable thirst for bizarre journalism. It certainly did mine!

Love, Nova