Myth

Grass, herbs and fruit-bearing trees are created.

Atlantis had nothing on Eden.

I'm a quivering High Strung carnivorous dichotomy. Narrow band of jittery frequencies. Munching on a pastry. We bring the myth back occasionally. Drinking coffee. Trying to reset the circadian rhythm. In the absense of the Pharoah. He was put out to pasture before he could put me to work.

Clear formatting. Clear formatting. If only it were that easy. The plywood village still stands, mocking me - children in their new playground - my old playground. Play things.