I am President Evil

نویسنده : President Evil - ساعت ۳:۱٩ ‎ب.ظ روز ۸ تیر ۱۳۸٧

In God, By Her, With Him


In certain ways, the "Innocent Supposition" started with Adam, the Dad, and his childishly sheepish ways to his surrounding. He would perambulate here and there, reach arms against flowers and trees or roll down slopes of grass in the Eaten. At that time, there was no love, no gnosis, no shit. He was a simpleton, no more, no less. There was only Him and him. There was neither disparity nor duality: there was wholeness, oneness. He had not even seen his face through the reflection in the running Alph, the River of Insight. Everything was simple as it was. Then, He created a "Whyfe" for him, a breasting human with an eye-grabbing dun beaver who demanded reasons to each and every phenomenon they did not have a clue about. Eve, the Mom, signified the pre-eminent era; her name was an indication of that, too. So, he accompanied her. The Ever-Capital was watching, waiting for the miracle to end. His mission has been successfully accomplished: whew! Woman, woeman, man, an, …