Ok I haven’t written here in a while. This isn’t serious or even a dream recollected. This is simply stream of consciousness. Just a bit of ridiculous because life has been far too serious. Enjoy!
The sun burns today.
My feet have long gotten used to its heat but today they are melting like wax on the smooth round rocks beneath them. The riverbeds dried up years ago and the songbirds died not long after. I remember when the sky was full of water. I remember when it fell and evaporated off our skin. That was when skin looked young. When we WERE young.
The sun sits perched on treetops most of the time now. It dips below the horizon just long enough to gift us with the cool air of the universe. A quick breeze really. Normally the cool air would last an hour to a half a day. The Earth hasn’t spun right since the day my grandfather died.
You see he was a god once.
Well not really a god but he was recognized as the foremost expert on rotational sequencing. Some say that made him a god.
He made sure all the planets in the solar system stayed in sync. Keeping order was his gift and he used it selflessly to keep us all alive. He used to teach me the secrets that kept us all connected to this rocky foundation. It was a delicate balance that took focus and skill. He was the most skilled rotational scholar in the universe. And if you knew how big the universe was your brain would freaking explode with all the possibilities it held.
He was teaching me to follow in his footsteps but Kirk ate his brains. Kirk is an asshole. He believed that if he ate my grandfather’s brains he could take over the rotation of the Earth and everyone would be a slave to his demands.
Anyway, to make a long story short Kirk ate my grandfather’s brains and got food poisoning because he wasn’t as good at being a cook as he was at being an evil genius. So my grandfather died. Kirk died. And now we are all going to die soon because Kirk was a selfish dumbass.
Moral of the story…
Don’t be a selfish dumbass.