May 2008: Biblical Unicorn

Each Blade of Grass

___As I gazed across the field, I could not help but notice how green the grass looked after the rain. Combined they were perfectly uniform, forming a shining carpet, almost soft in texture. I picked up my hooves to see the imprint they left. The grass was squished into a perfect replica of where my weight was once held. As I focused my attention on my mark I could see the blades around it, some were taller than others, some blades greener, some even brown, dead and yet still standing. Amazing how perfect they all looked together from far away. Intent on what was below me I could see the young blades, struggling to grow to the height of their elders, and the old blades, struggling to survive against nature's ultimate decree of an end for all things.


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Repent

For all the negative press that this place has been getting in recent years, to their credit it does feel really peaceful and serene in here. I always pictured places like this as having a musky smell, like Nana’s attic or something, but it smells like candle wax in here. Not quite sure of the exact scent, but I do know that whatever it is, it’s something red. Rosary isn’t the right word, but it’s the first one that comes to mind.

peter watches the leaders of the world play like little birds throwing stones. Click here to read the rest of his story.

Biblical Unicorn

_There is a place that exists in every Judeo-Christian child’s mind that houses all the incredible characters of their moralistic bedtime stories. A retainer full of paired species, incredible marine mammals, giants and women who can give birth indefinitely, most inhabitants in this land are pleased that they are kept alive through tradition and conditioning of the young. All are pleased, that is, except for one. That would be me and this is my story.

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