Four corners.
Four simultaneous days.
Two majors.
Two minors.
Midday…
Midnight…
Sun-up…
Sun-down…
It was eight-thirty in the morning… on a Tuesday. Outside in the blistering Arizona heat Jerry walks his candy ass to his office job. It was around 45 minutes away, and already Jerry was scrambling to get there on time. “Oh jeez louise! I’m really gonna be in hot water now!” Jerry complained. “Mr. Weiss is going to kill me!” At one point Jerry slipped on a banana peel, but that’s not really important. After walking for what felt like a millennia, Jerry reached the office he was working at. As soon as he went for the door, someone hit him over the head with a garbage can lid and Jerry went down like a bag of bricks. While unconscious, the man poured a whole bottle of absinthe on Jerry’s face, and just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, they stole his clothes and walked away.
Creation is the “Harmonics of Opposites.”
96-hour Cubic day.
No god equates simultaneous four day creation, in one Earth rotation.
Opposites create, not god.
Jerry woke up on a bus, naked and afraid. He was shaking like he was suffering from heroin withdrawals. He peered out the window and saw that he was literally nowhere. It was all just a black void. Upon further inspection of the bus, there wasn’t anybody on it, nor was there anybody driving the bus. Jerry was mortified. Jerry walked out the bus, and oddly instead of questioning where he was or why he was there, he pondered his existence for a bit. All of a sudden, the ground below him shook violently and then stopped for a second. Jerry then heard this.
The sound Jerry heard
The sound was followed by a huge explosion and bright light. While Jerry’s ears ring, the flash slowly subsides. Jerry notices a small cube circle around him.
Cubic time cubes.
Earth, Life and Truth contradicts one day God.
Cubic creation wisdom empowers me above all the one day Gods on Earth.
Cubism, not group theory.
As Jerry wanders throughout the void, he hears tiny bangs and pops all around him. At one point he saw a quick flash of Tommy Wiseau’s head. That stuck with him because he loved the movie ‘The Room.’ Jerry encountered many things. He saw a frog eat another frog and then barf out said frog. He also saw a wet sponge, with each drop of water making him want to wring it out even more. Not to mention the plethora of cubes around him. There were big cubes, little cubes, one cube, two cubes, red cubes, and blue cubes. There were many different collections of cubes. All of them mesmerized Jerry. Jerry noticed that all of these things we’re circling around him, like he had his own force of gravity. Jerry felt something he hadn’t felt before. He felt like he was finally complete. He felt truly comfortable in his skin. He didn’t care anymore whether or not people viewed him as a loser. He didn’t care how angry his boss would get with him for being late to work or half-assing his job. In fact, the more he thought of Mr. Weiss’ face growing more purple, it gave him a sense of confidence that tingled throughout his body. As Jerry began to grow weary, the accumulation of the objects floating around him became too much. Jerry grew more and more worrisome. As the number of objects grew more and more, they fused with Jerry.
Jerry finally understood what it all meant.
The meaning of the universe, the creation of man, why there are so many ‘worlds best dad’ mugs. He felt himself ovulating and melting, yet his shape and form remained. Almost like the consistency of ketchup in water. Jerry was the light at the center of the circle.
They want to know if god exists, the answer, no.
They want to know what the real truth is, the answer, TIME CUBE.
Suddenly, nothing. It was pitch black. Jerry was slowly coming back to his senses. His pupils dilated, his body temperature increased, and he threw up. Like, he threw up a lot. Jerry was still outside of his office building and still very much naked. He looked at it, got up, and walked away. He walked away and never came back.
I like writing stuff that’s ridiculous. It’s enjoyable to have an idea and expand upon it in very outlandish and ludicrous ways. I wanted to make a story that made the Time Cube the almighty truth of the universe the same way the guy who made Time Cube Dr. Gene Ray (Not a real doctor). I went through the time cube website and inserted lines that talked about the Time Cube. In short, I just wanted to write the dumbest story you could possibly think of.