what if the world is a vampire

what if the caged bird doesn’t know why its singing

what if no one is really reading anything that we tap tap type except for the angels

what if the angels every once in a while see God skateboarding on the half pipe and he glides over to them

and says whats going on

and what if they say have you read the busblog in a while

and he goes, actually no, THAT DUDE IS THE SAME AS HE WAS BACK IN 2004

and what if the angels are all, in a way yes

but in another way, nope

and what if God is all, are you disagreeing with the man upstairs?

and what if the angels are like, uh.

the best thing about angels is theyre like George Washington:

they love cutting down cherry trees

their favorite thing is wooden teeth

and they cannot tell a lie, like ever.

which is why God loves them so much because they try to keep it in but their cheeks get red

and their wings flutter

and their robes get all tangled in the wind

as they fly away

higher

and higher

while saying

noooooooooooooooooooooope

clutching their harps.