The Apocalypse
The Apocalypse
Handsome had never spoken to God before. He had seen Him at his school, but they were in different classes. The conversation happened a Costco where shortly before a lady had punctured several half-ton cardboard boxes of discount mystery liquid with the dozen lances she was carry to the register. The thousands of tiny immigrant employees were hurriedly scampering around his ankles and the assorted thighs of the other customers, cleaning up the mess. Quietly and embarrased a beam of light came down, seemingly out of a ten-meter box of buttered cakes high on a shelf, to deliver God's message. It was odd, God sent word to Moses when he was on the top of the stormy Mt. Sinai, but for Handsome, he found court with him while on an excursion to buy baby powder in tubs of bathroom dimensions. God told onto Handsome, “Oy, Jasmine.” Handsome looked around in wonder, surprise, and twenty inches of water.
“Buh?” he responded intelligently.
“Think fast.”
Handsome had never spoken to God before. He had seen Him at his school, but they were in different classes. The conversation happened a Costco where shortly before a lady had punctured several half-ton cardboard boxes of discount mystery liquid with the dozen lances she was carry to the register. The thousands of tiny immigrant employees were hurriedly scampering around his ankles and the assorted thighs of the other customers, cleaning up the mess. Quietly and embarrased a beam of light came down, seemingly out of a ten-meter box of buttered cakes high on a shelf, to deliver God's message. It was odd, God sent word to Moses when he was on the top of the stormy Mt. Sinai, but for Handsome, he found court with him while on an excursion to buy baby powder in tubs of bathroom dimensions. God told onto Handsome, “Oy, Jasmine.” Handsome looked around in wonder, surprise, and twenty inches of water.
“Buh?” he responded intelligently.
“Think fast.”