Our calling card says:
Go thee, and suffer less
The Church of Not Quite So Much Pain & Suffering
the irreverend Smith & his beloved Lady presiding
The church popped into existence in a stream of consciousness letter 17 years ago.
First 8 years it was just me and Mother Dwarf. Then mom died and Lady came and we were it for 4 years until MandyCat joined 5 years ago and upped our count to three.
Here’s the church segment of the letter.
Creation Myth
Me?
I had bad ant blood within
but nurtured my grasshopper core more
these 30 yrs past Mother Mary coming with 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 Six 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.
– Smith, excerpt from Letter 1997, 4.25.1997
