The First Act
"Beautiful," he remembered, "absolutely, eternally, intangibly beautiful." His thoughts evaporated as she emerged from the radiance of the sun, haloed and holy. Her bare feet trod upon the naked earth, leaving lillies and daffodils in their wake. A light dress embraced her body, capturing the wind in its folds and emphasizing the angelic curves of her mortality. The golden ratio and fibonacci sequence could not compare to the geometric exactitudes of her perfect form. His memory flickered as she was transformed into an ideal from a lowly creature of the earth. Her skin began crawling with serpentine heiroglyphs that referenced no language, but existence itself. As her lithe body flowed down the hill like a hallowed stream, the air distorted around her, as nature bowed before her epitome.
And after the sanctifying words and joyous celebration, he took her to a quiet place. Alone, with no respect to the holiness of the union of souls, he laid her down and destroyed her. With the ultimate weapon of evolution, of insignificance, he thrust into her all the sadness, pain, weariness, imperfection, ugliness, and hate of the world. The sin of procreation osmosed into her divinity and tore from it everything. His opportunity to see the face of God evaporated with the morning light, never again to illuminate the form of a goddess. The sun burned hot and scorched the earth.
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Your towers have a common theme of interstellar giants. I would like stuffed animals of all of them.
We'll create those once we can get your pixel art in lego form. That'll be for our merchandise section.
And molds of our genitalia.
You can already buy those on the internet. They're everywhere. Just search for "Matt clawson's flaccid love nubbin" on google.
Oh my god I just used my real name. Now I'm fucked. I am so fucked.
Fucked would be a good way to describe you, once I buy my "Matt Clawson's flacid love nubbin."
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