Saturday, November 22, 2008

50 points if you can name the prophet

"And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And terror possesed me then.

"And I begged, 'Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?' And the angel said unto me, 'These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, ________________, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust.' And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared, 'Hear me now, I have seen the light! They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!' Can I get an amen? Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you Jesus."

3 comments:

  1. I've been crawling on my belly
    Clearing out what could've been.
    I've been wallowing in my own confused
    And insecure delusions
    For a piece to cross me over
    Or a word to guide me in.
    I wanna feel the changes coming down.
    I wanna know what I've been hiding in

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  2. ryOWN - has returned11/22/2008 6:36 PM

    reverend maynard - aka Maynard James Keenan of TOOL

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  3. Damn my eyes
    damn my eyes
    damn my eyes if they should compromise the fulcrum
    if want and need divide me
    then I might as well be gone...

    shine on forever, shine on benevolent sun

    -Reverend Maynard

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