Giantslumberparty
The giants are so big that the humans can’t see them. Even when you are standing right next to one, you will not know it, because even just their foot is so big, it will look like a wall to you.
Eve's song
Eve was a sweet girl </n> She’d dance through the summer light </n> Put food out for the rabbits and sleep soundly through the night </n> She was sharp and clever and that would her downfall be </n> Because one day she gave in to her curiosity
And now the deed is done </n> It isn’t an excuse that </n> Eve was young </n> She ate from the forbidden fruit </n> Now Cause of her all hell is loose </n> And we are wrong </n>
It makes no difference if you ate the poison just </n> Cause you were starving or dying from lust </n> If you act on your nature, you’re a monster </n> You’re unnatural </n> If you dare be a person,you must suffer </n> You must go to hell </n> If you give in to impulse,you are lawless </n> You’re just an animal </n>
No there’s no excuse for picking </n> An apple from a tree</n> No excuse for thinking</n> That you were ever free</n> No, sorry, dear you’ve given </n> In to debauchery</n>
And now you are a sinner and a liability</n>
The deed is done…</n>
But since I’m already evil</n> As a heathen</n> Let me tell you how I’m feeling</n> You should not be angry at your child </n> Just cause you didn’t raise it right</n> Just because it’s human </n> Just like you and just like me</n> Everything about god is just implausible, you see!</n>
And what says that of god if we’re created in his image</n> But can’t even behave in line with his man-written limits?</n> Is that our fault, or does the story not make sense </n> Either God is faulty, too, or his power is pretence .</n>
I guess the deed is done…</n>
But this story you believe in</n> It’s diseasing</n> My body and my soul</n> You want me to feel guilt for things</n> I cannot control</n> You’re acting like I am this way because I chose to be</n> But you say that I was made</n> By someone who, supposedly,</n> Is just like me but better</n> And so I’m supposed to be</n> Everything but myself</n> Lest I want to go to hell</n>
But I’ll sleep with half the world</n> If I feel so inclined</n> And it’ll be the female half</n> If that brings me joy</n>
And if I have a baby I won’t be expecting gifts</n> Now go tell all your shepherds that I am a witch, because</n>
Dear your religion is misogyny</n> No one can tell me how I ought to be</n> I believe in love, and I trust in the truth</n> But I cannot believe in something so impure as you</n>
Sentiently being
I think therefore I am. Decartes. I feel therefore I am real. Am I? What am I?