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Stealing Wings from an Angel: Excerpt Page 5
Science: a basket of buttloaf. You’d think that with all of the genetic engineering going on, scientists could come up with something better than a crop of corn with a higher yield and a stronger tolerance against corn disease. I don’t want seedless oranges, they’re for lazy bastards. Soon I can pick the sex and color of my child’s eyes. Where is your passion? Where is your mystery? Why can’t the white coats make something truly useful, like a Venus Plant? A garden of plants that live off of human sperm and vaginal sex fluids. Let our hands till the earth and raise these plants so there will not be a need to terrorize a woman with a penis again. No more need to overpopulate the earth any further. No more need to live in fear of the V. The abortion battle slowly fading away. These wonderful plants, flowering plants that you can stick your dick into as they ooze out nectar and suck and gyrate on you until they are fed from your seed. To compensate for breasts, grow melons in the next row. Women, grow strange cucumbers that live for you to copulate with. Squirting cucumbers. Odd flytraps that nibble on clits and nipples (A border of violets is always a nice touch). Yes, the world would be a much more peaceful place: Mother Earth saving us from our despair. Touch her soil delicately, let it release your lustful pains. A world of sex sowers. A world in love with the earth, finally treating her with respect. A world at peace! Groanings in every garden! Science, I dare you!
My intestines are as empty as a limp sock—my erection strong and lonely—my pockets deep and hollow—I shall eat toe jam and write of this recipe for success in my foreskin chapbook.
About Stealing Wings from an Angel
Stealing Wings is the story of my life written from 1993 to 1996 as I broke away from my less-than-ordinary upbringing in the religious cult, The Way International, and stepped into a frightening new world no longer protected by the people and ideas of the cult. The tale is not for the faint at heart as it a story of suicide, destruction, and rebirth told both factually and from the fantasies created by my imagination and dreams as I attempted to navigate this dangerous change. Purchase a copy for your collection. You won’t be let down. - Christian
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