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Upon the eve of my 37th birthday
I decided to become a deity.
What better way to absolve confusion
than to commune with the jesters
of chaos'
tribune.
I know, right?
So I printed out the form,
for deific application,
the statement of my testament
to personal salvation.
I checked boxes, answered questions,
laid bare the methodologies
of my inceptions, my perceptions
of my
con-
ception.
I answered to the best of my ability,
exposing truths of my reality,
of my banality,
my quietude
redacted.
And I took my application to the man
the man who would decide
my
future.
He said to me:
"Congratulations! Your application is approved,
barring one
small
thing.
On a seperate sheet of paper,
labeled 'Confidential,'
list all major psychotic episodes which occured
in the last
24
hours."
I raged against this question.
This inhuman situation
Who the hell was he
Mere mortal man
To question my divinity?
Was this not formality?
Was I not
pre-
approved?
I thought,
I fought,
I wrestled with this quest.
And then it came to me,
momentous clarity
Of personal epiphany
And so I wrote
upon
that
paper:
Sunday, February 8th,
2009
11:45AM
I
woke.
I decided to become a deity.
What better way to absolve confusion
than to commune with the jesters
of chaos'
tribune.
I know, right?
So I printed out the form,
for deific application,
the statement of my testament
to personal salvation.
I checked boxes, answered questions,
laid bare the methodologies
of my inceptions, my perceptions
of my
con-
ception.
I answered to the best of my ability,
exposing truths of my reality,
of my banality,
my quietude
redacted.
And I took my application to the man
the man who would decide
my
future.
He said to me:
"Congratulations! Your application is approved,
barring one
small
thing.
On a seperate sheet of paper,
labeled 'Confidential,'
list all major psychotic episodes which occured
in the last
24
hours."
I raged against this question.
This inhuman situation
Who the hell was he
Mere mortal man
To question my divinity?
Was this not formality?
Was I not
pre-
approved?
I thought,
I fought,
I wrestled with this quest.
And then it came to me,
momentous clarity
Of personal epiphany
And so I wrote
upon
that
paper:
Sunday, February 8th,
2009
11:45AM
I
woke.
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