'One cannot speak anymore of being, one must speak only of mess.' - Samuel Beckett

Monday, March 21, 2011

Approach with care.

This particular deity has been approached incorrectly. Two well meaning, though ignorant adherents to the benefits of worship crossed the line too early and had themselves disproportionately torn apart, strapped to the deity's back (by wiser minions) and with each right leg sucked into the deity's ear tubes, slowly recycled into a kind of mulch, not all that very different to the deity's excretia, and an ambrosia ultimately for the honorable growth of roses.