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Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Heaven’s Barber Shop

The sky;
the sky is actually the floor of Heaven’s Barber Shop.
The clouds;
clouds are the freshly cut hair of the gods strewn across the divine barber’s floor.
The pole;
a tornado is the barber pole, therefore the Midwest is the entrance to Heaven’s Barber Shop.
Scissors;
lightning is the sparks that fly when the divine barber clips the electrified hair of the gods.
The wind;
the wind is the divine barber’s broom sweeping up the clouds.
And planes;
planes are lice; even our gods are lousy.

1 comment:

Kristin said...

the hair was wonce gray it may have been long and flowing it was hair for sure but as it fell form the black handeled sissors each stran became a rubber duck in pirate garb intent on clogging