TNH: THE MAYANS WERE RIGHT. THE WORLD ENDS...AND THE POST-GOD PARTY BEGINS

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God Dies

He became embarrassed of His creation, ashamed, and after soul-searching the universe, He decides to land here back on Earth as is His wont to accept the final Melancholia consequence.

God is comprised of a floating ball of light for a head with a face that looks like every human's face who has ever lived or will live, no flowing white beard and locks as is depicted by the master artists, rather, God sports a buzz cut after all the suffering. two long arms are by the face, suspended by magic in the air, the right arm is robed in black, the left in red, and there's a pocket protector that God wears which contains in it all of mankind's evil, the greed, the crime, the war, the religious wars, and the innocent lives lost in the pursuit of whatever motive

the black arm has packed into it the sinews and veins of human progress, from Adam's rib to a Roman shield to blood wine to a Wall coming down to a sword made of ivory to Genghis Khan's furry hat, Galileo's telescope, Michelangelo's hand and pizza, Frankenstein's bolts, an industrial workmanship, a computer key which births the first internet troll, Kurt's powder-blue guitar, Billy Corgan's seminal creativity, a calculator, and a split rock, it all unfurls like the shiniest flag

i am bone-exhausted, i am soaking wet, i am splayed out hard into the ground, my face is caked in mud from that massive water incident two poems ago, i survived, barely, i don't have the strength but i can just barely manage to lift my face from the mud and reach my eye to view what is going on

the Mayflower begins to sail on invisible air, its moorings form the boundary of where God will do His final work.

there is a bridge, do you see it? there is a covered bridge, covered in used love notes and tissue paper, the bridge is over an uncrossable waterway that is filled with acid and human divorces, this bridge connects two plots of land, the green one God is on now, and a yellow one...

God's red sleeve uncurls to reveal a short list of those who understood what love was, there is the one and only love note which got answered, the one internet romance which was real, the one reality-show marriage which lasted, and a dump pile of remote controls and computer mice.

not long now, Melancholia is slowly churning into the first side(s) of Earth, beautiful Earth, our only earth, the doomed planet, our only home which we took for granted, too late to crow about it now, three times the black crow crows

God is tired, too, and ready to go, His final transformation: a rusty lead pipe comes out of His nose, it forms straight up like Pinocchio's nose and begins shooting out slips of paper with pithy writings on them, as if all of this human experience can be summed up like so many Chinese fortune cookie sayings, centuries and centuries of human living outlined in a few types and final doom sentences:

it was the wrong crucifix

it's a Wonderful Life, it's some sort of life, anyway

Art will never pay, but i, me, the late phoenix, will die for Art broke and penniless forever

Imagination will always trump Information, remember that as you turn on your computer again

oh what a stirring sound we humans make!

those clicking boxes in my dreams are the clicking boxes in my nightmare

what can we lose if we lose our memories?

what do we have to show for it in the end, Love or Lunch?

the rumbling becomes too much to bear, it's an eternal rumbling that sounds eerily like a baby's first cry, Mother Earth was a hot babe but everyone loses their looks eventually, and the Brain was poisoned by pop culture, my mother, you should see my mother now, she has the quintessential TOTC attitude when she hears of tragedies now, it's like, what can i do? apathy is squirming its way into empathy, Too Old To Care, too many years logged on our doomed Dome World

the clouds form a wreath for God's head, flickering light now, the OFF switch pops out of His spleen just in time

the covered bridge, i can just see through the bridge, on the other side there is a patch of land, my skin is so sore, there is a table, on the table there are 16 glasses filled to the brim with champagne, a steady mark beat hits the glasses, forming a thud circle like in that Jurassic Park movie, why else set up glasses except for a party? this slight peek, over the peaks of human understanding, another dimension?

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in this one cheesy dimension, no, comfortable dimension, inside the champagne glasses is this one last music: CLICK HERE, RIGHT HERE AT THIS LINK

there is fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear

fear of the unknown, who will be our Daddy now? the Earth is gone destroyed...but our ultimate fear is of connecting with people strange to you

there is love love love love love love love love love love love love love love

no, we haven't the first clue on true love, two lifetimes of studying and reading to do

there is song song song song song song song song song song song song song song

that song in the car we know all the lyrics to, all the chord progressions, it's familiar, it gets us by, our familiar, the familiar spirit

there is fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear

there is love love love love love love love love love love love love love love

there is song song song song song song song song song song song song song song

fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear

love love love love love love love love love love love love love love

song song song song song song song song song song song song song song

fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear love love love love love love love love love love love love love love song song song song song song song song song song song song song song

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