1960’s spring.
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Amsterdam Dairy Milk Jug. Gift of Dr. Frank B. Arian, The National WWII Museum, 2009.451.495.
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A short story from God
How I created the universe and stuff
(falling in love with darkness)
Me and your Uncle Karl where drunk as shit on some fishing trip in Minnesota. We were drinking something called MonkeyTime Lemonade and we lost all self conscious ideas about society and self and just began to coo and sing. We were sitting on the floor of the local gas station just holding each other. Laughing at all the candy.Eventually we made our way out to the woods and over to the lake a few miles south of town. Swimming in the sweet vibrational ambrosia that is mother nature… a few billion years later old Karl got hungry so we killed some fish and made a fire. After I had my fill I just stared into that old fire until everything became a black void and somewhere someone sang your secret name. It was like I was slowly exploding into light and sound. Like golden love blooming into all that darkness. I saw it all, flashing about me as I grew wilder and and wider until I could no longer find the difference from what was me and what was you. We was everywhere and everything. Do you remember? How we made love with and murdered ourself in seven billion different ways and plays of being. It was pretty heavy.
Dude. And it still would be, if it weren’t for all this unbearable light. This baby cooing nonsense. This laugh laugh laughter.
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