Written bY: Nothing you’d want to meet

He was man. He could as well been a she for this story, but he, seems more comfortable.

He was a man. Singular. The same as all other men except for one important fact, he was born without the soul of a human.

He did have a soul. A strange twisted piece of spiritual fabric, only it was far from being the normal soul others are blessed with.

His mother was a cow, or a pig, the description depending on the readers readiness of forming a mental view. His father was a sad piece of soul sucking shit.

Normal in most aspects. Loved pussy. Loved liquor. Loved bbq chicken wings, and for the most part would have made a wonderful cow, pig, or human except his soul was blacker than coal while the heat inside burned brighter than a star going nova.

He chose to deny what he is/was/will be. He felt that to try and fit in would work well. That he could be ‘normal’. This proved he was as ignorant and stupid as his human counterparts.

Did you know humans love this world called, Earth? That the inhabitants with the IQ of 10 or higher strive for material riches? Did you know they care nothing for some abstract concept called, God? They care nothing for love? That they only care for themselves? No, the ‘intelligent’ creature of planet Earth were secure in their delusions of what truly is the meaning of, Life…

To believe/belong means to sacrifice a piece of self. To think the world is a kind and wonderful gem created by some deity called, God. OR, to think the world is a horrible place for those not paying homage to something called, Evil.

This story is pure fantasy. A true piece of non-fiction. No such man exists. No such woman exists. Pure crap put into the written word of, English.

But lets just say for amusement sake, the man was just like the rest of the human herd with one big exception other than the soul… He told all, spoke all and took no orders from anything, not even God. His honesty was his blade so sharp it could slice diamonds in half like a machete to an apple. And though he was free from any human constraints to include death, his only form of death could come from the Hand of God. A necessary fail-safe to ensure the safety of many worlds.

Nothing would or can control what cannot even come close to being controlled, ordered, steered or lied too.

Why write this story about such a strange character with no name? Why not? I pay wordpress for the privilege of writing whatever the f-u-c-k I want.

Anyway. Fuck Earth. Fuck Humans. Fuck evil. Fuck pits in cherries.

What’s that? Fresh strawberries with chocolate? A nice sunset?

Fuck. Okay.