& on the seventh day

A Narcissist Writes Letters, To Himself

“I briefly considered a universe where chickens were the dominant species

& every morning ate scrambled placenta with bacon.

The problem was getting men to wake up at four in the morning

& scream at the sun in unison for no reason.”

-God, on rest.

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