Journalist in a Genocide #4--Knowing God

Age 16

God who are you?

Live awhile and see.

Can I drink this beer?

Yeah go ahead.

Try some weed?

Sure.

Age 18

God I’m joining a church.

Why?

So I can find out who you are.

Go ahead then.

Age 28

God I’m leaving the church.

Why?

They don’t know who you are.

You’re learning. They do have a couple of good songs.

Like God Bless America?

No. Live awhile.

Age 40

God evil fuckers are running the world.

You’ve learned.

Did you create the aliens?

You ask too many questions. Live awhile. And don’t take the shit shot.

Age 60

God everyone is taking the shit shot. Why?

They’re stupid.

Age 63

God terrorists are attacking your chosen people and cutting off babies heads.

Who told you that?

Your chosen people told the world that.

And you believe it?

No.

You’ve learned.

Send me a sign.

I sent you a spider with a face on its ass.

Hilarious. Send me another sign.

I’ll send you a pinecone.

I awoke yesterday morning to this picture.

 I climbed out of bed. Later that day I enter a men’s bathroom and there’s a pinecone.

I came home and dwelled on the pinecone. I then went back to retrieve the pinecone. It was still there. I brought it home.

THE END