When I was up in Heaven, I really was expecting an office metaphor. I was expecting a hierarchy of angels milling around in a bullpen doing all kinds of angel jobs that for some reason involve typing and filing, and a special elevator that goes straight up to God’s office, which is on the top floor and really nicely decorated.
That’s not what it’s like, though.
Heaven is just like here. Like Earth. I mean, it’s exactly like Earth. The only difference is that the people who are still alive on the first Earth aren’t here, and everyone on this Earth remembers their lives on the first Earth. And what do people do? Nothing! They just sit around talking about what they did before! And everyone’s so jaded!
The bad part is this: It was starting to rub off on me. I was starting to feel as apathetic and world-weary as these nostalgic jerks! I was thinking that maybe I’d kill myself a couple of times, just so I could feel innocent and energetic again!
Date Written: August 18, 2004 Author:Jacob Starfish Average Vote: 3.6
Comments:
08/23/2004TheBuyer (4):
08/23/2004Benny Maniacs (3): Started off really well, but kind of flattened out. You definitely need an end-of-act-two reversal in there or something.
08/23/2004Mr. Pony (3): While I think I understand what the author is trying to do here, I'm really not feeling this one.
08/23/2004Litcube (3): I'm feeling my penis.
08/24/2004scoop (5): What do you mean "you think you understand" where the author is coming from, Pony. That's awfully presumptuous of you, no? NO? I think you have no idea what the author is getting and you're totally blowing it. You can't begin to plumb the sweet, hot depths of meaning this dude is going after. I mean, come on.
08/24/2004Litcube: Would you like to feel my penis?
09/22/2004Litcube: I think I've given everyone ample opportunity. No takers?