Nobody dies laughing,
but I did.
I died and went to heaven,
but the angels didn’t like me.
Not. One. Bit.
So, I died, laughing.
What did it mean to be a man, he never found out.
The angels didn’t like him either.
They didn’t understand who he was trying to be.
They saw him as female still and sneered at his boxy clothes like heaven doesn’t know
what to call you if you don’t fit the binary stockpile of weapons.
He wanted a gun. God gave him a slingshot instead.
The angels just laughed. What does it mean to me a man in the head and a woman down below?
He never found out.
The wind howled, shaking every titanium bone in my body.
I never died, and if I did you would never hear me cry,
even if the devil put me here to chastise and constrain my womanly veins.
Like I said before, I died laughing.
No God or angel appeared into the life I had been living.
Go and live in the damned world, see if I care!
See what it’s like to die and live and die again like some sort of
sinner or savior.
I did both, and laughed.
Death was so damn funny!
He believed it would get better, and it did.
No longer did those angels bug him once he found he could get a gun in heaven.
Then he shot God and became Ruler of the Universe.
