It just occurred to me that I should one day publish my own bible, and list the passage: Exile in Guyville qouth the prophet Liz Phair.
And so Christopher of the new Testament A.D. was exiled into Portland after the eastern God Archibald dismissed his undying love. Leaving him with a permanent scar upon his left arm.
Travelling through streets of the blackhearts and vagabonds, the disgraces to homosexuality, Christopher discovered the punishment of sin that had been placed on these devils for their taste of the Adam flesh.
It began with the rape by a performing gypsy, who sent the disease of insects into Christopher's feet. An angel of the lower east was sent to save Christopher, yet Christopher dismissed him too perhaps too soon feeling that this angel was not the answer to his exiled prayers, though the angel was the form of man.
A foreigner came in questioning, and Christopher offered his knowledge, in turn to be cast out once again.
Penniless now, he continued to wander. Only to discover a young cherub who opened Christopher's deepest sexual doors that only the cherub knew where the key hid.
Yet there was still an answer unfound. A mystery as well as questioning if the love for the God named Archibald could be replaced.
And replacement came in the form of a young man. Ensnaring all of Christopher's senses and seducing his mind with the simplest of measures. Yet this prince, was already annointed by his royal duke. And so Christopher sustained himself.
Until the second forthnight. The second forthnight in which the prince went beyond the means of seduction without penetration. A powerful force this was indeed. The cherub discovering this unruly wrath spit in Christophers face, And the Prince turned cowardly and cast Christopher off once again into guyville. Cast off as Archibald once did. Leaving Christopher to know that the Prince could only now rise to King, and Christopher a beggar.
Guyville is now festering with old shrews of men who are starving from years of abandonment that they prey upon. cast out princes and sprites drowned in too much fairy dust. It is a valley of dolls, and a valley of the poison within the dolls. Christopher still wanders. Feet torn, heart barely breathing. No one escapes Guyville. The city of exile.
And Archibald sprang from the clouds and said to Christopher, I miss you. Pray, my child. And see what promises can be broken, and what can be sustained.
Hall: 12:2008
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