Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Heaven to boot.

12:05 Jon Stewart repeat.

There was Ms. Reliance and a whole world of angels to blame.
REWIND.
She exhausted her days in a pillowcase smell. The yellow teeth of Gabriel would snap any daydream over a fool’s knee. So they met on the Internet, and spat and smoked while the other wasn’t watching. Love was a very far off phenomenon, and the feelings stretched thin like dental tape over miles and miles. Clouds have no speedometers though, and so Ms. Reliance decided it was finally time to be formally acquainted with the good angel Gabriel. It was arranged that they would meet for lunch under the rules of the good book, so as to make an easy getaway in the event of a misguided rep.
To the eyes of man everything in heaven was perfect, and still the souls of dead men prepared shitty food and shitty drink. The Warm Chicken Salad was cold, and the Diet Coke had too much ice. All was forgotten once Gabriel arrived, that is to say, everything was perfect. They left the patio table at Chez Merde clutching one another’s genitals through their deep pea coat pockets. His teeth were yellow, and her breath was foul. His cigarette was always lit, and her tolerance for liquor was detrimental. Bow legged brandy gulper and transient fairy black lung on a trip down the tunnel of love, and in heaven to boot.
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
She was only required of one word, but instead she came up with two…”I do.”
Left handicapped and wet in a pile of cherubic refuse Ms. Reliance did not question the greater goings on of a heaven in such disrepair.
That an angel with bad teeth could take away everything from heaven that seemed so fair.
But he did, and so she did too.


So will you.



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