Rebroadcast for four reasons:
- Death itself doesn't creep me out but holyfuck, those people and businesses and institutions that thrive and profit and, more than that, define themselves by and delight in death - the ghouls in the burial business, the ghouls in the religion business - these fuckers fucking creep me out almost as much as the necessity of their existence. Humans. Yesterday, the only room at the funeral parlor where I could have a private phone conversation with Planet was the funeral parlor's showroom of products, many of which at the same time the ghouls were trying to sell to Earthgirl. Then met with the priest. Who the fuck is this "God" he keeps talking to? For those of you coming to the service, the church will be offering the flesh and blood of a dead 2000 year old whack but charismatic if schizophrenic dead Jew with messiah complex for your dining pleasure.
- Fuck blooger.
- Haven't read anything - hey! did you know Washington DC has a professional soccer team? It's true, they won a road game last night in Chester, I didn't see it! - so links whenever, ok?
- Earthgirl laughs at the end of the video.
The surgeon with his unapologetic
blade parted darkness, revealing
day. Then from her large clay
he drew towards his masked
face my small clay. The clatter,
the white light, the vast freedom
were terrible. Outside in, oh, inside
out, and why did everybody shout?