Friday, January 30, 2009

Powder and Keg

Sleeping in her bed God awoke her with a proposition. Prove that I exist. or prove that I never have. Either way. Just convince me of something.

I will tell them. But where is the science? Thunder? Lightning? Volcanoes?

It doesn't matter how.

Then it's all right if I lie to them?

Of course it is.

I always have.

The truth is the work of Satan.

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