It was the 29th day. Jesus was sitting alone in the Desert of Judah. His eye balls were starting to get dry and his mind was weakening. It was the point at which Jesus started seeing things that were. Like his parents telling him he can be anything and anyone he wants. Except the failure that he was. He loved wood and the way it felt under his hands. Smooth and silky, like Lucifer's calves. He loved wood but he also used to hear all sorts of voices, telling him being a carpenter's son isn't enough and eventually lulling him into believing that he had to find 12 dudes to follow him around all the time.
It was the 29th day. Jesus was sitting alone in the Desert of Judah. His eye balls were dry and his mind was weakening. It was the point at which Jesus started seeing things that are. Like dear Lucifer, trying to seduce him by offering powers of a Superman - he new his beloved preferred flying over riding a donkey, palm leaves underneath or not. Or by tempting him to accept the never ending famousness, so that all the generations that haven't even been born yet, would dare not to name their children in his name.
It was the 29th day. Jesus was sitting alone in the Desert of Judah. His eye balls had a life of their own and his mind was utterly lost. It was the point at which Jesus started seeing things that might yet come to pass. Like his dreams coming true. He could see himself being anything and anyone he wanted: son of a God, spending half of each and every year by God's side, petting their ginger cat, curled in his lap, helping God to judge the unchangeables. Whilst the other half he would spare to his husband, the cat hater, with three-headed Kerberos at his feet. The creature that could also see the past, the present and the future.
It was the 40th day in the Desert of Judah when Jesus said his most famous words: fuck this shit, I need a drink.
