The neverending story
You reach out and grab the apple. You bite it's hard but juicy flesh, sinking your teeth into the body of the apple. Suddenly, your teeth grow red, as you realize you've got no clothes on. And you finally remember what God had meant by not eating the fruit of the tree of knowledge. You feel yourself being ashamed of what you have done. You feel yourself, afraid of what God will say to you upon giving him the news of what you have eaten. Not that you doubt he doesn't know already.
A light appears out of nowhere among the grass, God himself. His huge white wings, Scintillating, and reaching all corners of the forest. His muscular body is nearly visible, even among all the light that is illuminating everything close. It seems he's finishing off his last creations that weren't mentioned in the Bible. His hair suddenly grew afro-like, then appearing out of nowhere, an acoustic guitar formed. He then said. "Let there be Funk!" And funk was created. He then started bobbing his head to the beat of the jazz crew that has surrounded him.
You still wonder when he's going to find out what you've done. You would run, but, running away would just cause further trouble. Eve is still in the kitchen, obviously doing what all woman were inevitably invented to do. Make men sandwiches! Not that that's making them look inferior or anything. I mean. Their sandwiches are the best. Right?
"Hey what's up bro!" He calls up to you. What do you say?
A light appears out of nowhere among the grass, God himself. His huge white wings, Scintillating, and reaching all corners of the forest. His muscular body is nearly visible, even among all the light that is illuminating everything close. It seems he's finishing off his last creations that weren't mentioned in the Bible. His hair suddenly grew afro-like, then appearing out of nowhere, an acoustic guitar formed. He then said. "Let there be Funk!" And funk was created. He then started bobbing his head to the beat of the jazz crew that has surrounded him.
You still wonder when he's going to find out what you've done. You would run, but, running away would just cause further trouble. Eve is still in the kitchen, obviously doing what all woman were inevitably invented to do. Make men sandwiches! Not that that's making them look inferior or anything. I mean. Their sandwiches are the best. Right?
"Hey what's up bro!" He calls up to you. What do you say?