i must affirm as the Tleilaxu do: the sun is not my God.
i can say "God," but that is not my god.
like "sun," it is only a word.
it's necessary for me to remind myself, because where Mufti Dor llives in the american southwest, The Sun is a merciless bastard who winnows out the weak and corrupt. harrows my soul and makes me stronger, purging toxins and confusion in its' fiery maw.
satan's balls, it's hot out there lately.
years ago i was living in austin, driving around in an accura with no a.c.
this commercial for sol cerveza kept coming on the radio:
"Hi, it's me, El Sol" said a mexican-accented voice, as rivers of stinging sweat coursed my face, leaving a salt-crystal tide line like i was a fucking rocky beach in greece; "hi," El Sol would say...
"hot out heere, eesn't it?"
yes, you cruel bastard, it is. the jaws of Shai Hulud are upon me. i will perish or be reforged.
but, it is only the mouth, not Shai Hulud Himself, and we do not worship but show respect with its' true name:
Jaws of Shai Hulud, Mouth of Judgement!
bilal al-kaifa!
phew!
Mufti Dor's gonna go lie down for a...maybe some gatorade...
beware the Jaws of Shai Hulud!
long live the fedaykin!
past 10, His breath still warms the air...
sorry, feeling a little...
[Mufti Dor passes out]
God made Texas to test the faithful.
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