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Saturday, November 8, 2014

Day 8: a day in the life of a volcano

The sun rises. I am a volcano. The sun sets. I am still a volcano.
A bird deposits its lovely gifts of white and brown to feed my tender, fertile soil. I thank the bird. It hears me not. I am a volcano.
A human climbs my face and sticks a seed in my nose. I sneeze. The human does not notice. I am a volcano.
The birds sing. More lovely presents of white and brown scatter about my face. Hallelujah. I am a volcano.

A great struggle stirs within me. My psychopathic alter ego wishes to rise again. My therapy fail me. I must give in to my sick, demented nature.

I rain fire and hell down upon the land, incinerating the birds till they are beyond well done. Charred skeletons of humans dust into ash. The humans structures, once thought so strong, fall at my mercy. I rain down fire and brimstone. All hell opens up from within me. The world trembles at my roar. I am a volcano.

Some time passes. I remember that it is not nice to go on violent rampages. Cool logic overcomes my alter ego. He subsides. I take my meds. Multiple personality disorder is a great problem in this world, children. We need to spread awareness. Celebrate multiple personality disorder awareness with me, children.

I am a volcano.


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