what if the world is a vampire
what if the caged bird doesn’t know why its singing
what if no one is really reading anything that we tap tap type except for the angels
what if the angels every once in a while see God skateboarding on the half pipe and he glides over to them
and says whats going on
and what if they say have you read the busblog in a while
and he goes, actually no, THAT DUDE IS THE SAME AS HE WAS BACK IN 2004
and what if the angels are all, in a way yes
but in another way, nope
and what if God is all, are you disagreeing with the man upstairs?
and what if the angels are like, uh.
the best thing about angels is theyre like George Washington:
they love cutting down cherry trees
their favorite thing is wooden teeth
and they cannot tell a lie, like ever.
which is why God loves them so much because they try to keep it in but their cheeks get red
and their wings flutter
and their robes get all tangled in the wind
as they fly away
clutching their harps.