Saturday, September 30, 2006

My Hell

Hell for me would not be some fiery chasm where tormented souls fornicated forever while howling like insane monkeys. For me it would be more like a well-polished antiseptically clean house where everything is in its place and fresh flowers burst from strategically positioned vases. And its Dark Lord would be a young man or woman in fresh clothes that boast sporting motifs and smell of fabric conditioner. Someone who spouts homilies that recommend the cheerful life and considers all impulses to drink, take drugs, have strange sex or kill yourself incomprehensible and morally abhorrent. An Eternity of that would be the worst punishment anybody could inflict on me.

2 comments:

Janey... said...

Hmmm...that's an interesting concept...trapped in an episode of "Leave it to Beaver" would be rather hellish...

I always figured if there was such a thing, I'd be going to Hell... And then I realize I might already be there...............

Bruce Hodder said...

I couldn't make it in Heaven either. I've tried! but piety just isn't my way. The pious bore me. They seem unreal. A human being's a hellbrew of angry, rushing waters as far as I can tell, not a placid lake surface in clean mountain air.