Misteradiant
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Misteradiant was born on a train in the Arizona desert, moving. He fractured his skull and lost five pints of blood when his carotid rhythmartery was minding its own business in a motorcycle accident. He's been dead and has a cool scar to prove it. Chicks dig scars so he has a lot of tattoos.
As a comet approaches the sun the nucleus becomes enveloped by a radiant cloud of dust and gases called a coma. This radiance is caused by the molecules absorbing and reflecting the radiation of the sun. God loves the light. We got it first because of that. Misteradiant flies toward the sun with his red Frisbee cut-out halo of the apocalypse!
Living in New Orleans when Katrina blew in and walking the city four days with his little family praying and hitchhiking back roads along the Mississippi as they sobbed he dragged them along. Never giving up, he wants to move this sentient sphere to walk with the knowledge that freedom is love that comes from the light of the soul, not from some bullshit political slogan or corporate brand name shellacked across the collective t-shirts of a billion silent, hollow heartchests.
The word apocalypse has Greek origins and meant "uncovering." The light uncovers what is hidden.
Again Misteradiant moves, walking though the desert. Stupid messianic complex.
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