Disgustipated
And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching
me up from my place of slumber. And took me on
high, and higher still until we moved to the
spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me
into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as
we descended, cries of impending doom rose from
the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full
of fear. And terror possesed me then. And I
begged, "Angel of the Lord, what are these
tortured screams?" And the angel said unto me,
"These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of
the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow
is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust."
And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat
like the tears of one million terrified brothers
and roared, "Hear me now, I have seen the light!
They have a consciousness, they have a life, they
have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear
glasses! Save our brothers!" Can I get an amen?
Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you Jesus.
Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on
This is necessary.
It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch.
You looked up at your sky then. That made blue be
your color. You had your knife there with you too.
When you stood up there was goo all over your
clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on
your grass, so now your color was green. Oh Lord,
why did everything always have to keep changing
like this. You were already getting nervous again.
Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your
head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you
woke up like this. You crawled up out of your
ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk,
waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to
you. You can see the car parked far down the road
and you walked toward it. "If God is our Father,"
you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why
didn't anyone else understand these important
things? You got to your car and tried all the
doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it
was new. There was an expensive leather camera
case laying on the seat. Out across your field,
you could see two tiny people walking by your
woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was
your color and, of course, those little people out
there were yours too.
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