By Johnson Nebraska
My existence began as two entities; one sperm and one egg. They met in
clandestine passion, conspired secretly to create a life, and I became a
zygote. Then, not so soon after, I was an embryo. And then, after laboring
for 33 hours, 2 minutes and 27 seconds, I was expelled from my mothers’
cavernous belly into this world.
It seems only fitting that I am dying much the same way I was brought into
the world; with my head and neck firmly lodged inside of a woman’s vagina.
Fuck, I’m never going to hear the end of this in Heaven.
Maybe an adept of the French Surrealists?