Wednesday, September 14, 2005


When God awoke, bleary eyed and cotton mouthed, the sight of nothing disturbed him like no other morning. What was it, he asked himself, which was before him. It’s not beige, but an off beige. An indefinable shade of beige that signifies nothing. He reached out to touch nothing and felt it. Like the shade, the feeling was also impossible to define, even by God who created everything, including the nothing which was before him.
So, after his jog, God decided to change nothing into something and he planted a seed with as much effort as half a blink. He sent out the small, dense something, the tiniest of particles that he could only just see, into the off shade of beige and an explosion erupted tearing through nothing, obliterating it, and leaving the universe in it’s wake. And within a millisecond, every chemical required for life was created, filling nothing with smells and sights and gas bills and ice planets and people and plants and computers and sub woofers and pretty girls and ugly guys.
But God was old, his sight failing him and something was harder to see than nothing, so much harder to define. So it became, in a few short millennia, his sight gone and his hearing chasing after it, that he could not hear the prayers of the people he created to fill his kitchen window. And they forgot about him, only to destroy themselves trying to replace him. But Gods memories remained of when they loved him and believed in him, so he could get get up in the morning with a smile on his face and touch the universe he created.


  1. I've been dry of late so this is another My Space post... sorry.
    I will try and be original for tomorrow.
    Though this post ain't all original neither...

  2. It's an improvement, i suppose.

    The name, not the post.

    I haven't read the post.

  3. Everyone go here:

    I mean it.

    If you've seen it already then you'll no doubt enjoy reading it again.

  4. So the man, who was once so overflowing with words there was a chance he would burst, has finally run dry. Truly this is a dark day.

  5. Tell me about it....
    I think I'm about to stop for a unspecified while as a book or something...

  6. Oh so that’s it, you are telling us you steal all of your ideas from books. Tut. I am very disillusioned right now.

  7. That's a cool profile picture Kelly. I forgot to say. Coolio Eglasias. I like how you've emphasised your cheek bones with sparse lighting.

  8. Thanks. It is kind of hard to take a picture of yourself but I think I look pretty good in this one!