When Ruby (not her real name) was very young, she used to share her insights into life, the universe and everything. I wrote down 79 of these as found poems. Hang on to your hat — here comes one of Ruby's revelations.
Ruby's God of Mud is not unlike death as explained by Steve Jobs:
The God of Mud
We don't want anybody dying
because the people get sad
and make a noise —
"Oh, oh, oh, we want granddad!"
The god of mud kills people
when they need to be killed.
She eats them
then spits them out.
And if she didn't kill people
she'd be sad because
she'd have nothing to do.
So that's why she kills people.
I'll draw her for you.
The god is a giant,
curly hair, ears, earrings.
She's a stick person and an island.
She's got a person in her mouth
(not happy) and she spits her out.
The person looks like a normal person
but her vagiva is gone
and her eyeballs fall out
into the god's mouth.
She goes chew, chew, chew.
She is a horrible, horrible, horrible god.
Image is my own attempt to capture Ruby's God of Mud. Her own illustration is lost to posterity, alas.