For Jason: Happy Birthday

In the morning she saw the dew and knew that someone powerful had cried a lot during the night. It was enough to saturate the entire city. She liked the tears of the sad soul. Better than the unfortunate bouts of nausea. Mount Olympus had grown in leaps and bounds and lies and lovers. Sometimes they fucked each other for vindication, fun, or reproduction. Some of the children were eaten. But, exactly like Little Red Riding Hood, stomachs were slit and the consumed leapt free.

A life free from consumption and damnation is always better lived.

Happy Birthday.

I love you.