tipping the scales toward
creation in a world of
destruction gives a spirit
thrills #katyamills
tipping the scales toward
creation in a world of
destruction gives a spirit
thrills #katyamills
i woke to voices sung high in some distant land. they touched into my subconscious and drew me headlong into the world to carry out this mission. to build a creature of feathers and cotton and infuse it with such love that, when called upon by a touch of the paw, it may invoke these celestial notes, opening its half-sewn mouth for to give us all we need to go on another day.
i was not gonna wait for anything. not for my day to get better. not to get along with you just so i might feel differently
no
i chose to take it and
make it my
own
My life now
simple
not effortless
thrilling
not lonely
creation
behind a
keyboard
just
right
KatYa
On the seventh day of the creation of our world, when the divine sat down in the oversized rocking chair filled with goose-down pillows to rest, universal spammers continued to try and blast through our atmosphere like a Perseid fireball meteor . The divine watched with amusement. Yes, the planetary firewall was created well and configured without any inherent flaw, he thought to himself.
This thought was accompanied by a part of himself that he preferred to disown. So he jettisoned it out into the universe. Unfortunately, he forgot about the force of gravity he had imparted upon the earth a day or two earlier, to keep it all together. The part of himself he preferred to disown, went spinning through our atmosphere. And mixed with all of life. He had tried to catch it with a subtle telekinesis. But the softness of the goosedown beneath him, urged him back to resting easy.
The half-breed spammers turned red with anger and green with envy, as they watched pride fall easily through the planetary firewall and mix with human life, on earth, while all their acme spam-bombs burned up, incendiary, before they reached us.
Thus the common sentiment across our world: Merci Dieu! (often accompanied by the formerly disinherited part of the divine). We can thank God.
Katya Mills 08/13