jars and jars full of nonsense

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00. 1-800-LESS-TAX
19. 4am.
82. ENTRY 1.
90. selected conscience.
3/6 - luke.
46. - dead.
50. - warehouse.
7. bag.
493. listening.
2000. chicago railway station.
18. beauty.
97.tooth.
70. crowd.
84. hair.
9. revolution.
48. wedding reception.
59. the bible.
4. headphones.
73. south pacific.
286. motel.
99. love.
poem: The Pedestrian
poem: Television.
procedure of a (slightly mad) scientist.
the well known tale about prunes.
summer rain.
Bill Gate$
Ted's story.
escapades in the pool hall
Bob. the prince that once was.
everything...
pictures.
*me.
good stuff.
links.
avro simones.
59. the bible.

59.
the bible.

i recieved a package this morning. it was the first package i had recieved in years.
i thought it was going to be something interesting. something useful.
as i tore away the paper i saw the fake plastic leather cover. it was a bible.
i threw it across the room.
it lay there on the floorboards staring up at me.
right in the centre of the floor.
on the outside the only words were "The Bible."
i kicked it across the floor.
bibles always made me mad, i never knew why. although i think it was because the words wriiten inside of them offended me, they always told me i was wrong.
i grabbed the bible by its cover and ripped out the pages one by one.
"written by God!!!"
i screamed as the pages flew all over my cramped living room.
i picked up the letter that came with the package.
"For you, friend, the word of God"
"the word of God!!!"
i said as i reached for my lighter, ready to burn every single piece of paper in the room.
then i noticed who the package was addressed to;
"Mrs. Jeanette Holmes", my next door neighbour.