I have not slept. Sleep is for mortal men. I am the by-product of a celestial orgy: Thor, Artemis, Hera, Enkidu, all going wild and rabid, thrusting and gyrating as only bored omnipotents can. Through the sweating, grunts, and discharging divinity, I slithered out from under the ass-crack of some Higher Power. I stood, looked around, and realized
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