Astronaut

High as a kite

God created the world.   The world is a vampire, say the Smashing Pumpkins.  God created us in his image.  He looks in the mirror, and acts out the faces of his creation.  We all know all about mirrors and vampires.  So maybe God doesn’t see himself.  Maybe God is a vampire.  Maybe God drinks blood, nightly.  A little magic, and his wine becomes blood, for the evening’s refection.  God is a magician.  He’s everything.   Miracles are magic - ask the Pope.  A little mind control here, a little dream there.  Some eidetic intrusion is always fun, and sometimes necessary.  A wet dream might even be better than actual sex, who’s to say.  And what would that spawn?  Merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.   About Mary’s dreamy butt.   Or something.  God sees his mouth without fangs, but we know the truth!  Reality bites.  Says Chuy.  Chew on that.  Chiu on a choo-choo chews on Chuy, who’s just chewing the fat.  Small talk with the biggest of the big, the highest of the high.   Like trippin’ on acid, and heroin, while being Mr. Universe on the summit of Everest!   Does it get any higher?  Alcohol is a depressant, so it will bring you down, even if you get drunk.