Imagine Nation & Religious Perversonality

IMAGINE NATION & RELIGIOUS PERVERSONALITY 1(a) Put your poem in its upright position, (b) close your eyes and (c) imagine a nation made entirely of imagination.” -- from the Poetocols of the Learned Elders of Poetency In ancient times the Imagine Nation was a popular tourist destiny nation because of its beautiful angels who had wings made of the finest threads of wild wonder. Wingwind was the name given to the whiffy breezes that emanated from angel wings when they casually hovered nearby. Their wings were perfumed with Love Poetion #9, a special fragrance formulated in the apoethecaries of the Apollonistas. It was renown to cool the furrowed brows of troubled men. These irrigation furrows accumulated sweat, which nourished worry. Wingwind evaporated the sweat thereby preventing the snugly warts of worry from rooting. The foreheads of saints always glowed because they were favoured by angels. Poets composed psalms about these Wind Women. Unable to unveil their faces, they provided directions, where she came from, where she fled, often through open bedroom windows. Wind Women often behaved like illicit lovers. Curtains were hung to emulate angel wings. Wind Women were known to swoop, just for the fun of it. Their swooping can be witnessed in the swaving fields of tall grass and grain, or flinging flocks from tousled trees. In those ancient times some angels ignited into religions. This inspired men to build outstanding buildings that produced nothing. They were built with the purpose of luring angel-swarms out of the Imagine Nation of The One. They hoped that the angels would bear blessings as bees bear pollen. There was a religion that shaped their unproductive buildings into golden breasts to entice The One to visit and admire all the little worshippers bent over with their ass in the air. Another group of men, embarrassed by their littleness, built boners of epic proportions and called them steeples. Before the advent of skyscrapers, cities were recognized by their bonerscapes. The membership hoped their bloated intentions would impress the angels and cause them to celebrate and circulate around these erectures of worship. From the little portable Imagine Nations inside their heads, religious men proselytized about Division Day. They claimed to have discovered the fabled eighth day when everything was divvied into yes-no, good-bad, up-down, on-off, in-out, 1-0. This polarization caused widespread judge mental disorder. This is how religion converted the Imagine Nation from a verb into a noun, imprisoning it in chapter and worse. Religious leaders eventually came to develop acute perversonality, wear silly hats and tell others how to reproduce and wipe shit from their ass. Lo, the people were enthralled by these holy men, obeyed them and forever thereafter fucked each other over, dogma style.