[069]
05/12/2010 12:40 p.m.

i've got this sweetheart who would make a good messiah, at a glance,
since he's all skin 'n shin and janky skeleton parts, since he's all hair
lapping its way down his hind-sides, since he's all catch-phrases and
how-de-do's and heaps everyone up into constant repetition.

you take a glance at other messiahs, the kinds of messiahs you your-
self might consider following, they've all got certain things in common:

they've got outsides you'd consider desecrating, for starters. they've
got odd and memorable facial hair and the distinct kind of manhood
that could hint at equality or inequality, depending on the viewer's
mood. then, in case their scarred up outers ain't enough to make you
feel askew, there's a certain sense of sadness and boom!

your protagonist is complete. let's get something straight first, though:

i know deep down my messiah is a simple being; he grew up in a
wee ole place and spends his every day constantly impressed with
himself, wondering but never questioning just how he got where he did.
that's also intrinsic for a messiah.