Simple Theories

  Beginning began so it has become a burgeoning time with full-throttle efflorescence and hopeful attitudes towards beneficent Deities and tomorrow’s weather. Sonically the singing cannot not escape into the listening air. Flowers of intent florality reach anxious senses with scents and sensibilities. And so the Deities, full of harp tones and magistrate, bring people together to offer them, the Deities, praise and approval for this or that day, whatever, and green grass. Green grass doesn’t perform much but specifically thank the stars blinking merrily for grass robustly being where it is about now. A need to dance about or wear bathing suits commands most people suddenly in this time after previous time, the air electric. Look about and see the new-made elder world of going on and even on. Side trips to infernos not needed tho imagine the disappointment to have eternity. The Deities prepared us for days of reverence, perseverance, and the crowning disappointment of time passing. ...

  The deities have expanded abruptness. We have the documentation, reports, and mythology ready to go. We approve of the shiny folk dressed in togas and light that stand for something that we expect to stand. Their vigor shows radiance and born designer sense. They make us think of greatness as a plum. The cold purple plum skin embraces a sweet fortitude and small rock. Why not dream of that. The deities enjoy their elevation. We can feel the light of their impact, wicked and hazy. When the beginning finished and the middle extends for millennia of hopeful approval, we can isolate certain fractures as tests. Perhaps our pleas will resolve into puff pastry of resonant escapade. Heavenly singers will voice native rapture as the swizzle stick circles the glass. Buoyancy flickers like charm, hazy beers are the rage. The deities have backed into something without hardly knowing.

  In the beginning time, before even a word could be time, time took time, opened the Vault of Chaos, and let lights be lit. It was a bookish assumption and spanking new that made the ever always also begin. And the light resembled shampoo but with impact. A stark dalliance with meaning became normal, like hairstyles and salads, even without equinoctial rhythm. So normal indeed that gods and goddesses arose with sequins and an explanation for tutus. They rose and indeed became, with romantic storm clouds and the ability to whistle. In staunch Ovidian pluckiness the deities in full sashay chose the beetroot to plant where something special should happen. The Premier Deities in their emblematic swath of vestments and presumption gathered in colour, coloquy, and good times. Time as a single brunt looked simpler and spring time fresh, tho sparkling teeth was a notion of future time’s future gobsmack. The Deities, as gods and goddesses, or whatever and whenever, garnered wholesale opiat...