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I was the second coming of Christ, wrapped in tin foil, with breasts. I warned all men and women to AVOID placING me in any of those newfangled Microwave machines, cos I might just send out sparks that enlighten the heart of mankind. I tried to persuade them kindly to leave their lives of aesthetic sin, aesthetic debauchery, and let the magic-- Ya know the shiny stuff-- take over with in. I wanted the world to be full of creation, sprinkled all over with glitter and gems. The world didn’t like any of that. The world was far more comfortable with the dull dim beige reality that they knew so well. Distortions of perception were far more  easier to put in place, than any attempt to change their bristling ugly hells. Instead they whispered my name under their breath in the most harrowing times of adversity. It was to invoke a power from prayer and it failed consistently. They were left with their troubles in rusty tin cans, to pour out, count over and consider. Even when denied a miracle they held their faith, they said it was all “in his plan.” Their faith was fool’s gold. The real stuff could be found elsewhere, but they didn’t know that. They could never know that. I was a drunk, a prostitute, a destitute, a hobo vagrant cunt-liking, dick-sucking fiend.  I was the village idiot with dirty fingernails and a tooth (or two) missing in the front. No one would take me for a messiah. Not with this tin foil dress, not with this saran wrap hat, not with this newspaper valise. I let the world continue it’s descent and did odd-jobs for money. Papa didn’t pay my rent. I worked as a waitress… and all the while moonlit as a prostitute. Occasionally I’d fill in for Big Debbie at some hamburger joint, flippin’ patties, the grease so thick that it would seep into your pores. I was a perilous woman, a tiring woman. I was there the day the earth fell to ruins. all the trivial belongings of mankind turned to smoldering ash. It meant nothing to them on the day of the final judgment. They all went to hell, none gaining entrance to the Kingdom. Ah, but papa said “honey honey, you can bring one guest yes’m just one guest so choose wisely.” And I choose Big Debbie of course, because Big Debbie always had my back. I was pleased to leave that dreadful place, yes I was, I was grateful to be home.