I Think About Running.

A Class is an area along the time folds, coagulating around the upper hemisphere of your otherwise unencroachable grace.

"I talked with God. I really liked what he had to say and he turned out to be a great guy. We fired and hurled melancholy manifestations around the black rabbit plains, an area in which trees never died and the amount of isolation is prominent like the taste of whiskey. Sooner or later an angel by the name of Iron set fire to the sky; this is what a man of Chinese ethnicity would call "One big as jack rabbit." Meanwhile God and I were buying pastries from New Jersey and eating acid in the Arcane University of Cyrodill."
      "And God would perform these wondrous acts of sheer beauty every once in a while. Like at one point in the day as we were swimming in a lake of fire he up and decided to reverse the distinction of ten dinosaurs back on earth, the real wondrous thing about this was that one of the ten Dinosaurs he brought back was specifically my favorite as a young child and even to this day. You see about one hundred fifty million years ago a kite plated herbivore roamed the lands of what is now England Puerto Rico and northern America, they called this herbivore a Stegosaurus. I sure as hell loved that Dinosaur and to see him in person was nothing short of Nirvana."
      "Time went by and I ended up conversing with God about a child my first girlfriend aborted. I began to cry shortly after about it and then God left. He came back at the black rabbit plains twenty years later to tell me that he found my aborted child though he was jammed in between the mushroom clouds of existential implosive shock and the white walled quarters of Limbo. So I ate some more acid, smoked a cigarette and told em it was fine as Long as we had enough acid to rain hammers on the universe and enough cigarettes to die seven times over. He said we did, so it was fine."

Author's Note

Take Heed, you are now popping pills, past the state of normal emergencies.