9/7/12 11:43 am
the fire licks my beating heart
and laps up my soul from the puddle it has become
why
why must he do this to me
where has god gone
where has hope gone
the theory of gravity was the
harbinger of its death
I mourn them not;
for they have forgotten me
and I fully intend on repaying the favor
god is a disease which brings about blindness
how is life a miracle if it was created?
creation is destruction and damnation
and heaven is the maggot that eats my rotting flesh
the true miracle is that life,
in all its glory and gruesomeness,
has created itself;
sustained itself,
and adapted itself.
such is a true miracle,
life is not created,
but recreated,
from lava and sludge and semen.
god did not make us in his likeness
for god does not know what he himself looks like
there are no mirrors in heaven
only dirt, and earth, and eternal death
11:51 am