>"Only one enemy remained; two if you counted God."

Gen. 1:1
"In the beginning there was nothing; everything, if you counted God."

Call me God.

Waking up to a loud crash rarely means something good is happening. It’s never “CRASH! Only one enemy remained!” or “CRASH! Two if you counted God!”.

>>9266552
delete this

"God, guard of my heart, fire of my groin. My sin, my soul. God: the lips spreading wide with a tongue inbetween, the gaping sound: God."

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>>9266495
Yes.

"In the beginning... fuck, I forgot."

>>9266552
Oh god, thanks for making my day anon

>>9266495
Breakfast. Is it not the human condition that renders it a morning meal? what if cereal could speak on it's behalf? looking up at a semi awake face covered in night residue, it would certainly prefer to be lunch.

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>"Mrs Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies' eardrops, and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde's Hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs Rachel Lynde's door without due regard for decency and decorum; it probably was conscious that Mrs Rachel was sitting at her door, keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed, from brooks and children up, and that if she noticed anything odd or out of place she would never rest until she had ferreted out the whys and wherefores thereof."

The sky was a color of dead turned to a television channel.