Divine Cunt

Conversations with a Love God

Fanny put on her best tablecloth on while Tony wore garbage bags he had fashioned into clothes. Tony had a garden-hose as a necklace around his neck while Fanny’s tablecloth was like a wrap-around sash-cape that covered her naked body. Both Fanny and Tony had been doing LSD when they had a conversation with a ‘Love-God’.

“Is Drake a good guy?” Fanny asked God.
“Nobody is good but me Mark 10:18,” God replied.

The trees began to sparkle with multi-colours of light as the sun dropped out of the sky like a big golden drop. Splash! A ‘Love-God’ appeared singing enchantingly as Fanny and Tony lay naked on the soft embers of grass that lovingly kissed them all over from head to toe. Nymphs danced and sang heavenly melodies around them as the ‘Love-God’s’ hair grew and grew and grew. Her hair was a blue waterfall that flooded the green grass. Fanny and Tony floated on top of the waterfall of hair as all their inhibitions floated away. The leaves began to drip pouring rainbow colours into the sky that had turned pink.

“Did you know I had many faithful devotees who worshipped me in my religion?” the ‘Love-God’ sent psychic messages to Fanny and Tony.
“What happened,” Fanny asked.
“Time, space, people...things pass and fade away. Many religions have come and gone like the ancient Egyptians, Greeks and many more. Maybe books will help save yours, but I don’t think it will. Culture is fluid. Religion is static. It stands in one time and eventually outlives its date when others are manufactured.”
“Who made you? Why can’t I be faithful,” Tony asked.
“We all make each other. You are faithful. The human personality is layered. You can’t be one emotion of faithfulness all the time. Sometimes you are going to doubt, hate, be naughty, and love and be many more other emotions. You are who you are. You are a layered individual who has multiple personalities for multiple situations like all humans. Embrace who you are. Embrace the truth. Nothing is real around you. It is all made up to make you believe it feels natural. Look carefully around and you will see that July was made up for Julius Caesar. There is no such thing as time.”

Fanny and Tony looked at each other and decided in the future they would make their own cult of love. The tree leaves began to grow on the trees and sparkled like jewels kissing the pink light. Trapped in a paradise Tony and Fanny were emancipated from a reality made up. Now they were in a godly paradise reality where a ‘Love-God’ had made the garden, trees and rivers. It still seemed unnatural. Maybe the only thing natural was to exist, live, then die.

“What is the secret to life’s happiness,” Fanny asked.
“To be around what is natural. That is nature. Look at how Aston planted a vegetable garden on a bus shelter roof. This is happiness. This is natural. To love and be loved. Give love and forgiveness to the world and eventually it will come back if you persist. Start building your own garden back to God and back to the universe.”
“Who am I?” Tony asked.
“You are in the most beautiful sense. You are, your mother’s cunt.”