the church of not quite so much pain & suffering

finally found  when i created the church of not quite so much pain & suffering… it was part of my endless letter started april 21, 1997 (so we’re 9 years old and discounting.

excerpts from endless letter 1997:

Me?
I had bad ant blood within
but nurtured my grasshopper core more
these 30 yrs past Mother Mary coming in me
Multiple Orgasmicly in the green green grassijuana.
And old rabbit dead died in vain in vein when I became
the central sum son n sun tent tenet n tenant
of
THE CHURCH OF NOT QUITE SO MUCH PAIN & SUFFERING
where I sing the song 6 Sins Assorted
sporting pearl for spine.
Swineless.   Spartan.   Shrine.
But, my me mine.
Look! 
Up in the why…
Vaster than a greedy gullet!
Stranger than local motives!
Able to leap sheep in a single bound!
It’s…. just Smith
at all your loco malls petit mals seizures xtra
bogus points for mass deception
For the iniquitous are ubiquitous
And that is entirely too many vowels for me.

I can walk on water now I
no longer see my reflection on the shore
but in the slow beach of each.                      
Dust for must.   Lore spore.   Ire fire fuel to fame.

assorted oddities at best unkept; wheelchaired enterprises;
self made degeneracies; mutilation melodies;
sin song long with redemption implied.

Not to kill messenger but seems mess is message.
They say tv violence hasn’t changed us.
They say our biomass heat waste no greenhouse effect.
They say killing customer with flaming pinto cheaper then fixing flat.
These sayers are the same people who taught me Civics and Ethics

Last year/year before, THE INSURANCE COMPANY proclaimed
their great god Status Statistic said
we are now more likely to be harmed by total strangers
rather than friend, relative, neighbor and enemy.
Ever since life began you’ve always been eaten by friend & neighbor.
I grok you grok we all grok to the bop stop.
Now after billions and billions and some pocket change
it is the stranger you don’t know won’t see can’t predict
who will accidentally eat you.

Adventure is the measure of soul’s fiber.
For most no grizzled bear in grandma’s bed
no hero hopes to happen.
Tho hope our mass mind matrix needs only quantity
cuz quality’s TV sitcom.
At least art is a mistress if you are true to lets you lie a lot.
Perry Mason, Zippy, Shakespeare, Sherlock Holmes
all knew truths were lies’ silence
the dog that didn’t fuck.
We need ritual grander than daily grime.
So
I make my own magic.
Within and without.
And watch the ripples spread

It is the late 20th century.  
Do you know where your god is?

The top 5 attended Chat Rooms:  Michael Jordan  /   the Hansons  / 
Michael Jackson  /   Rosie O’Donnell  /  Koko the gorilla.
Miserable people love company.
Monsters to match your mood, monsters to mood your mind.
Tongues clung to regurgitation rite.
Ugly is as ugly does.

“You are now carrying at least 500 measurable chemicals
in your body that were never in anyone’s body before the 1920s.” 

1945: 1 Air Force General per 244 planes        — 1998: 1 per 23
1945: 1 Navy Admiral per 130 ships                — 1998: 1 per 1.6
1945: 14 Army Generals per 1 combat division — 1998: 30 per 1

The rich get riper, the fat more foolish. Us rest be dead n dying.

China’s cities = world’s most polluted air: 178,000 dead last year.
Mexico City’s sinking into its own apathy excrementally.
Chinese termites now eat concrete & copper pipe.
Latin American bees incorporate industrial plastics into bio-wax.
Arachnids blend our toxic wastes with own toxins.
Super viruses grow on the corpses of too healthy chickens.
Yet bankers, lawyers and politicians still allowed to breathe.
Global warming, corporate downsizing, televised violence. . .
Killer beings blend in our blindness.
May you live in interesting times    (Chinese curse).
And may the face you wear be your own    (Chinese promise).

Night has fallen and it can’t get up.

Why where what are we. . .
Contrail in the sky, or contract on the ground?
Process or Product?

back to september 26, 2006 – see, i’m not all that much different now than i was 9.5 years ago – except thnx to kathy and being out of amerika, i am much happier now, & the world even more f*ck*d up than it was then.

so go thee, and suffer less.