Tuesday, May 5, 2009

According to Dante, I'd be in the sixth circle of hell.
The heretics.
My punishment, to burn in god's catacombs, a flaming
tomb, for eternity. When judgment day comes and I do
not pass, the lid is closed and I'm stuck, smoldering
...in a tiny pine box.
I'd also be in circle four, the hoarders and the wasters.
I'm a hoarder and a waster of time. I collect bits of time
to squander into oblivion. Sleeping, eating, killing time.

And I wonder, as I search for the reasoning behind the
strange celestial guidance that the strong part of my mind
would never allow me to have, why in all the pictures of
hell that I come across everyone is naked...

3 comments:

grinning mouths said...

All God does is watch us, and kill us when we get boring.

We must never, ever be boring.

imbrilliant said...

That's a pretty good line to live by,
but I don't believe in God.



...and I don't believe in Chuck Palahniuk.

Anonymous said...

good for you!
God might laugh, if he wants to - we have got our plans!! :)