Have you ever wondered if “God” is punishing you for publishing about spirit-filled farts during meditation and prayers filled with no words, but flatuation? I did today. It was weird, but here goes the apology:
Dear God,
Please forgive me for believing clouds are Your farts? I confess I farted while I prayed and meditated in a crowd of people, then daydreamed for a bit about dirty Sasquatch.
I recognize that wasn’t very adult of me. It was crass humor, I know. At the time, I believed You were laughing with me.. Perhaps not.
If my nighttime.. Issues.. Are a result of poor taste in topics, I’m genuinely apologetic to You and a community of farters. Maybe those thoughts are only meant for children.
You’re right, I haven’t found any Bible verse about how clouds began to appear. I checked. If it’s there, feel free to send me a sign.
Gotta go! Another restroom is calling me by name.. And a lot of therapy is planned for the night ahead.
Your Daughter,
a Bird
Birdanity 
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