The Holy Gospel according to the Prairie Messiah

Like a myth you rode in from the west. From the go you had my button pressed. Did the tea-time of your soul Make you long for wilder days? Did you never let Jack Kerouac Wash over you in waves?

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

You know it's you Babe. Whenever I get weary and I've had enough, feel like giving up.

It has come to my knowledge that my house is in close proximity to River Styx. Ironically, one must cross this river to arrive at Moon Lake, a place that has been rumored to the rites of devil worship. The devil worshipers at Moon Lake were always a urban legend, but I knew people who took it all too seriously.

I had one friend who would call years ago and leave messages such as, "It's Friday Night, Nikki, I hope you refuse to deliver pizzas to Moon Lake Marina, like you have carelessly done so in the past. I know you don't believe that the devil worshipers are out there, but believe me, I have seen their hut! They will slit your throat and turn you into one fattened calf burnt offering!"

This alleged "hut" is nothing more than a hunting blind. Little to my knowledge back then, the River Styx was nearby to suck my sacrificed soul into Hades, just in case something were to go awry. I suppose it's a good thing that I do not believe that those devil worshipers are there doing their thing nor in Greek Mythology.

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