I SAW THE FACE OF GOD IN THE SHEEN OF THE MICROWAVE DOOR AND IT WAS WEARING A TANK TOP
I SAW THE FACE OF GOD IN THE SHEEN OF THE MICROWAVE DOOR AND IT WAS WEARING A TANK TOP
There was smoke curling around his head like holy incense. He stood in the cosmic kitchenette holding a bluetooth speaker.
"are u god," I said.
He scratched his head like the question was a scab.
When I blinked he was already halfway down the corridor, trailing ash and the smell of something vaguely medicinal.
I wanted to follow but I couldn’t find my other sock.
Good morning. Good afternoon. Good evening.
It is me and the long-awaited first Substack post.
Please clap and lower your expectations accordingly.
I feared starting this. I fear the anticipation of starting things but I need to finally release something before I am too folded in by the dough of my own expectation that it never happens.
I’m still in London. I am suffering from bad hayfever. I walked around and saw beautiful statutes and spoke to some angels and I have hayfever and I worked on my fucking Dell Laptop a lot and I have hayfever and the blood and mascara streamed from my eyes outside the Pret next to the Scientology building - because I have been looking at my computer screen for too long and looking into the raw molten of the sun when I continue to fly too close to it and the hayfever because I have hayfever.
POLLEN IS AN EXTANT FORM OF VIOLENCE IT HAS NO BLOOD NO FLESH NO EYES NO TEETH THE SKIN IS PULLED BACK THE NECK IS BARE AND SMOOTH
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This is oddly specific and I love it
Accidental novelist are you now!? 👍 Really liked that. Made me think of Douglas Adams. You didn't happen to find his lost works did you? 😃