When speaking for God...

I was born with a tongue as silver as a dinner fork, and just as... forked?




My memories from my childhood are hazy at best. Not to say that they're bad, I just think that due to my increased consumption of alcohol, my brain has been forced to do a bit of spring cleaning, if you will. They're mostly comprised of family fishing trips, severe illness and/or injuries including, but not limited to, busting my head open numerous times, extremely high fevers resulting in extremely bizarre hallucinations involving who knows what, family reunions, a fender bender, a wedding, a funeral, and other typical family oriented situations.




My grand disappearance will be anything but grand. It will be subtle and unheard, just like any good disappearance. If you have a going away party, you're not disappearing, you're leaving. Sometimes I feel like you're not even worth seeing my hand wave goodbye.




I want to explain to you the feeling that I've been overwhelmed with at the mere sight of you since we first met, but I don't have the ability to articulate such an amazing emotion. I know it's not love, it's so much more. It nearly brings me to tears, but elevates me to a height which can't be measured by any earthly standard. So high that my falling tears only add to the downpour that happens all too often in the month of April.




No homo.