and lo, on this day the lord spoke unto his son and sayeth ‘you who hath been so high upon thy cross, after a lifetime of proceeding to and from the weedian, nazareth, ascend to mine side and sit on atop the dopethrone.’ and the son did obey, for through his sacrifice he knew that the gates would open, unbound, and forth would flow the herbs and spice not seen by the mortal world since their pre-lapsarian days, wherein they inhabited a garden so fertile that their feeble minds could not handle being so patulous, that they let their humanistic instinct take over and, casting them down into the abyss of sin and despair. and woe unto their kith and brethren, for ‘twere not until this ascension that our minds may truly return to their unfettered state through the grace of he who sits atop his malachite-colored throne.
me from yesterday:
“payday coincides with ‘good friday’. i wonder if we’ll be getting paid in 30 pieces of silver…”