I’m reblogging my own stuff, just because I can.
That, and after writing over 51,000 words for NaNoWriMo, as Kelly Bundy would say, “…my brain is full.”
The origin of the human race, and all of it’s hues, is hidden in the dust and dirt of time.
Words, ethereal as the air we breathe, don’t hide within them a logical DNA sequence to unravel.
Imagine that in 10,000 years, the remnants of humanity left after WWIII create biblical texts from the remains of books found in air-tight vaults underground. The bones of children were found on the same floor as a medical center.
In the underground mortuary, they painstakingly dig up the remains. The bones of a child and an image engraved in metal are found together. They believe their ancestors once sacrificed children to a white haired diety called “Albert Einstein.”
1 Mcdonald, verse 1:
- Old MacDonald had a farm
- and on that farm he had 3 pigs
- With an oink oink here and an oink oink there
- everywhere everywhere
- Old MacDonald had a…
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