If for some reason God died I am not so sure he would go to heaven, now this could lead to a lot of questions and what ifs.
This thought aimlessly cruised through my mind, I guess it was gonna be one of those days again, my mind judges any and everything, and my thoughts run as wild as the violent ever brewing storm by the lake, to no end, to what end? My flaw, this blessing I've been cursed with will drive me mad, some might say I am that already, they are far from wrong though I think I am a bit mad, I mean what sane man could come up with this nightmares my mind constantly births.
A sudden move by the fire place startles me, what in the name of everything holy was that? Was it someone? I mean how crazy would the next few moments be if it was someone and that person has been watching me for a while and now just tripped. My mind goes on another trip, as I sit up finally, now noticing how last nights high messed up my place I sigh in regret, then suddenly a lizard rushes out and I almost gasped and shrieked from the speed at which it ran towards me only to change direction in the last minute, but it would seem I was too tired to even do that I rest my face in my hands which I know notice to be sticky for some reason and as the storm outside kept to its rhythm, flashbacks of last night started flooding in.
Hold on what if that lizard was a person that can shape shift? Is it a friend or foe? I wonder.
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Excerpt From The Memoirs Of A Mad Man
Random*warning* its gonna be controversial and mostly dumb I am not doing this to get into an argument with anyone, I don't have that energy.
