FROM THE DESK OF PROPHET ANONYMOUS:
I think I'm writing this, but I don't know for sure.
I don't know any thing for sure, any more....ever since my cat died.
Yes, even I, even the great Prophet Anonymous, who foresaw the end of the world, could not forsee the death of this cat! Oh woe unto me, my soul is vexed for this cat. I noticed it was acting lethargic, so I blessed its tender vittles.
No effect.
So I tried laying hands on it.
No effect.
Finally, as a last resort, I sat it on my lap and watched TBN with it for five hours straight.
And the next morning it was dead.
Now I'm just so scared and confused. What if I don't exist? What if I'm just a figment of an agoraphobic jazz musician's imagination? What if the cat was just a figment of my imagination?
What if I am not really typing on a keyboard, what if I'm banging my head against a baby cactus?
Oh the pain! (Perhaps)
RIP Anonymous Cat 2006-2011 (maybe.) |
Prophet Anonymous (if he exists.)
And yes, I'm off hiatus.
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