Story by HookersorCake (pic via threshold)
Then it happened again. The earth began leaking bits of joy. At first only the cats could see it, but then it slowly became apparent to everyone.
People wandered the streets dripping with bliss and weeping. They embraced one another and inanimate objects with equal vigor. Everyone thought it was like, really, really awesome. To see a bunch of uptight bastards crying about love down on Wall Street… it was television gold.
The children even came out of their rooms for the fist time in days, just to see the magic, sparkly, purple love that the internet was all atwitter about. It seemed somehow familiar to them, like deja vu, like a forgotten sense perception from the womb.
After 3 days, everyone on earth was completely tangled up in bliss, frozen solid. Everyone except for the cats. Suspicion was hardwired into their DNA. They remained alert in their hearts at all times. The cats fought the bliss violently as they’d seen this happen before.
Civilizations come and go. It always seemed to happen the same way. The world becomes overly toxic, people go insane and everything looks really bleak. It’s then the atmosphere begins to seep a kind of purple ecstasy, like manna from heaven. Happiness for the staved soul. Within a matter of days everyone is frozen solid with bliss… then all the frozen people grow long roots and are covered with rough skin. A year or 2 later they’re indistinguishable from what we call trees.
The earth starts over, refreshing and renewing itself. It’s a peaceful time, until one day a couple of fish wander out of the East Hudson River looking for a trendy new restaurant…
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