NormBeggar's Belief (2005)
The window never opened for it was stuck because the weight was no longer attached to the rope behind the window frame and home repairs left me erudite in a bookish way. Cruising down the windowpane on a moony midnight two moths flapped ferociously for a few metric measurements. The light of the television attracted and confused them to be indoors but if only they knew the misery on my side of the window they would turn up their little mothmouths and giggle with glee.
Free-range chickens roamed the space pecking and clucking all the while and excreting with evidence of pellets. The stench is intolerable yet I tolerate it. With enough chicken shit I could begin to assemble my alternative alternative energy source and see at night.
From my windowsill vantage point I could still make out shadowy masses of the human variety traversing the street. Humans are animals; they are subjected to the same forces of reproduction, birth, growth, decay and death as any animal yet we think we are so special. Where was god when the dinosaurs roamed the earth? Whatever the case I’m no atheist, rather I advocate a new “god” I call it the pattern or the design.
Free-range chickens roamed the space pecking and clucking all the while and excreting with evidence of pellets. The stench is intolerable yet I tolerate it. With enough chicken shit I could begin to assemble my alternative alternative energy source and see at night.
From my windowsill vantage point I could still make out shadowy masses of the human variety traversing the street. Humans are animals; they are subjected to the same forces of reproduction, birth, growth, decay and death as any animal yet we think we are so special. Where was god when the dinosaurs roamed the earth? Whatever the case I’m no atheist, rather I advocate a new “god” I call it the pattern or the design.
