GENESIS
We’re off to a cool start.
God, sitting up wherever the heck he sits—I guess he got a little bored, perhaps lonely, and got creative. Dope creative. Alone. Amazing.
Maybe he has a standing work desk?
Anyway, God decided the world would be his PLAYSTATION (is that still a thing?), and Candy-Farmed, Tiny-Towered, Sims’d the crap out of it—in 6 days.
We are supposed to believe, some deity, in man’s likeness (man coming soon), floating around alone, suddenly decided; we (he) needs heaven and earth. To play* with?
Okay, I'm buying, what’s next:
But there was one problem—there was no superior creature (logical)—so, he created |TRUMP|man.
In hindsight--
Okay, it’s cool he hallucinated this wonderland in 6-days, by him(her)self.
Why can’t be God be female?
Oh, yeah, “in his image.”
I think this might have been when he created the word misogynist.
Here comes day 7—time to rest—time for family—now, time for bacteria-laced casinos.
All in all, a stellar start. A tad light on description. I found for a moment as profound as this, it could've used more pizazz, colour, glitz. If this short chapter were submitted to a literary agent in today’s world, it would not find representation. That’s okay, I’m in, only infinity pages to go.
The 6-day thing is impressive. My toilet hasn't flushed correctly for 6-months. Do you think I can get the landlord to come fix it. And, I ordered 2-pair of shorts online in October, they still haven't arrived.
* I was going to choose a stronger word beginning with f, but--
God, sitting up wherever the heck he sits—I guess he got a little bored, perhaps lonely, and got creative. Dope creative. Alone. Amazing.
Maybe he has a standing work desk?
Anyway, God decided the world would be his PLAYSTATION (is that still a thing?), and Candy-Farmed, Tiny-Towered, Sims’d the crap out of it—in 6 days.
We are supposed to believe, some deity, in man’s likeness (man coming soon), floating around alone, suddenly decided; we (he) needs heaven and earth. To play* with?
- To continue the buy-in, we, the Almighty One, decided Gaia required light.
- And the water on earth needed to be separated by land (dry ground).
Okay, I'm buying, what’s next:
- Land-needed plants, and earth, needed day and night.
- And then the water needed to be teeming with swarms of freakish alien-like creatures.
- And then the land needed a whack of bizarre, probably CGI’d creatures to roam around, killing each other, eating each other, creating more of each other.
But there was one problem—there was no superior creature (logical)—so, he created |TRUMP|man.
In hindsight--
- And, if something seems a tad off, he told man and woman basically to “do it” — “Be fruitful and increase in number; fill the earth and subdue it” —basically exploit it into submission.
Okay, it’s cool he hallucinated this wonderland in 6-days, by him(her)self.
Why can’t be God be female?
Oh, yeah, “in his image.”
I think this might have been when he created the word misogynist.
Here comes day 7—time to rest—time for family—now, time for bacteria-laced casinos.
All in all, a stellar start. A tad light on description. I found for a moment as profound as this, it could've used more pizazz, colour, glitz. If this short chapter were submitted to a literary agent in today’s world, it would not find representation. That’s okay, I’m in, only infinity pages to go.
The 6-day thing is impressive. My toilet hasn't flushed correctly for 6-months. Do you think I can get the landlord to come fix it. And, I ordered 2-pair of shorts online in October, they still haven't arrived.
* I was going to choose a stronger word beginning with f, but--
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