Dear God

Dear God,

No need to tell you how I feel, as you already know. The real question is: how do you feel? I imagine pretty down given how all your believers, let's call them the Three Abrahamics (religions always do things in threes), can't stop butchering and raping each other. By the way, why do they keep telling me that if I don't join them, there'll be nothing to stop me from butchering and raping? C'mon now, I've never done either, nor do I have any intention to. In any event, hope you can take Sunday off, given it's your day. Or do you take off Friday, Saturday, AND Sunday? It's confusing to know which of the Three to follow, ain't it? And within each, there's all those sects, one condemning the other for not doing this or that right. Whew, sucks to be you. Not that it's great to be me, but I'll take being me over being you any day. Anyway, be well, don't let the bastards get you down, and hang loose. The best is yet to come.

Love,

mishmash

10/12/2024