G Day
Please God, Get Me Off the Hook
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The final murder took place while god was running down like a watch; exactly how a watch serves man, by running down. Everything is held within the same ephemeral construct: we are dead, already. We simply are! As he had neglected to tell you before (or perhaps his words were just cleverly disguised), he was meant to be born. For what was ever meant to be born that did not fail in time to grow? Beginning and ending in a day. What for? What for? To swell, slug, and later hang me at
As I get ready to battle god in the last gigantomachy, I speed read through science, history, religion, myths, heroes, beasts, journeys, falls and downfalls, and I marvel: what purpose did it serve? god’s guilt supplied the curve to physical reality. Nothing physical is served. Not even complex atoms, molecules, nor dust. Not anything that he had ever brought forth: grass, cattle, beast, man, nor dust. In leaving the earth behind (days of lore becoming days of is), skip the wars, skip the space age, skip the final atomic damnum fatale . . . O . . . god is grinding to a halt! Though it has taken billions upon billions of years, his yolk is finally being consumed; he is forever undone. I now define for you my name . . . by number: None; but not as it has been taught to you. Divinity consists of nothing the world has ever read, heard, nor thought of before (ugh).
So climb the ladder past god’s knowingness, into the dark. What you are will light for you, all-knowingness. I know. Because I now become ‘thy will be undone, O universe.’
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About the Book
G Day is basically man’s attempt to murder God for leaving the world in such “dire” conditions. The team of assassins includes a Harvard educated Cyclops; his assistant, composed of ancient dust, named UGH; a mysterious woman with a somber history of sexual abuse name, None,; A woman employed by the C.I.A., previously a statue in a museum, named Ida; a scientist with a half omniscient mind, name Dr. Sseus; twenty-seven past presidents; and Dr. Pangloss the Programmer. God, not wanting to take any of the blame, assigns the devil to assume his role during the tribulation, only he must refer to himself as (“God”) The misadventures that occur only leave the world in an “utter mess” with absolutely no one in charge and the most unexpected resolution of all.
About the Author
Neil Baker, born in 1951, is a novelist, short story writer, poet, and world re-nowned psychic. While his themes involve Apocalyptic Satire, Neil also weaves mystery, suspense, and adventure into the fabric of his Storylines. Neil holds a degree in Psychology and has been a psychodramatist for a private psychiatric hospital. Neil has managed a theater, a Candystore, a book store, a golf course, an all-night Seven-Eleven, and a motel. Neil has also been a Library page, a child’s activities director, a senior citizens activities director, an actor, a gravedigger, a BigFoot tracker, and a professional psychic and medium. He has been on numerous radio shows and has given over 10,000 personal readings, and has accomplished this variety of roles while maintaining a somewhat questionable existence with the severe physical contours of the earth.
Neil has written six other novels.