December 5, 2005 at 9:27 AMLast night I had a symbolic, apocalyptic dream that made me incredibly relieved upon awakening. The bad guys won the world and were taking control of every last freedom. My country, in order to preserve its remaining people, ordered all Americans to be consolidated into one great city, which would be permanently barricaded from the outside world. I knew better; our enforcers actually intended to create a concentration camp and do away with us, since we were of no use to them anymore. All of the citizens were looking for security. I watched my loved ones searching for anything to believe that would give them hope and make them feel safe, but I knew it was pointless.
What to do? I thought about it. I could ask God. I turned my face upward and asked God, "What do I do now?"
"Here, take this," He said, and He handed me a purple balloon.
I thought about Noah and his great embarkment into the unknown and what it must have felt like to have no idea what, if anything, lay ahead of him. Nothing but blue, as far as the eye could see, and a promise. I grabbed the long string on the purple balloon and floated way up into the blue, above the clouds, and looked about to see what was next. It appeared as though I would be waiting up there a while, perhaps indefinitely, but at least it was all sparkly and yellow, and no one could hurt me there.
We don't wear bikinis in Muskogee.
Our naked naughty parts you'll never see.
We drive out jacked up pickups down to Walmart,
To buy cutoff jeans to wear in Hawaii.
Now the kids are clueless again.
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