God eats junk food sometimes But isnt that a very lower dimensional thing to do??? You tell me! said God, as She awed with delight a black-winged butterfly that breezed by the place She sat, munching Flaming Hot Cheetos that made Her nose run and stained Her fingers with red dye She pondered the crunching noises Her busy mouth made and the simple clay body as light as a fizzy blob of molecules, gas, and instincts At least theyre oven-baked! Then She slurped down cherry vanilla carbonated water, Made with REAL SUGAR, from a can of Blue Sky The fist of clay heart inside Her chest spiked on the carbohydrates for a few moments of very lower dimensional things to do Like wiping Cheeto dye onto a perfectly good shirt, yawning and dreaming that a butterfly as black as that ought to be a ninja ~ Love, Breana
Posted on: Tue, 01 Jul 2014 02:09:15 +0000
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