My story is not for the religious or the atheistic or the agnostic... it is for everyone interested in the truth. This blog contains first drafts of poetry and prose for my series of books on Christ, the first of which, Waking Up Jesus, is being greeted kindly by critics. Thank you... John Scott Ridgway
WAKING UP JESUS...
We come into this life expecting too much and leave expecting too little
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Welcome to the Post Environmental Era.
I hereby declare, with the help of my republican enemies, that we have entered THE POST ENVIRONMENTAL ERA. Yes, it has gone that far. From now on, please associated my name with this phrase (I am so sick of the current one, ''but weave')
Below is a link to a new animal, just discovered. Better look quick because the poor, ugly little thing isn't exactly pet material, so you can expect its extinction soon.
http://theelvesattic.ebloggy.com
We think that keeping these animals in zoos will preserve them for the future, like the pyramids... leave it to mystically addled humans to make every other creature on the planet evolve until large, hair less beings that look like curds of cottage chesse. What else could they look like after evolving to live in a cage for thousands of years being fed for nothing. They will get bored of pacing, and one day just sit there and gawk back at us... I mean, you can't even give animals treats at the zoos anymore, and let me tell you, in the opinion of my dear husky girl Ruby, and the remaining Kitty Bum Buk, this just ain't right.
Funny, I came in here this morning to pretend like I could start a trend, be the first one to declare this the post environmental era, and wrote this really sad essay filled with jesus juice jokes and other disgusting, Johnny Pain at his painwracked meanest.... then, between trying to get the picture to come up on my blog and moving the type around, I lost the essay. What can I say, the world needs less whining, right?
However, since my thesis here is how to mourn the world of nature (what the fuck else can we do, huh?), which is important to me no matter how much you are laughing right now, and how silly this will sound to me on after the surgery, when I expect to be on at least a few less pills. Still I am going to move one with my THESIS STATEMENT RELATED MATERIAL.
I am a reluctant carnivore. Embarrassed by my meat addiction everytime I see a cow or a pig or a chicken. The futility of what one man can do in this world and my poverty kind of combine to keep me on the edge of the idea. Eating right cost money, that is why all the poor folk are getting fat. I mean, know that if we could do away with the entire meat industry in one fell swoop, the world be better off.Well, I would like people showing up at emergency wards with lies about how they got light bulbs stuck up their but to go be passe' as well, but like war, taxes, and urine smells at the Jarvis El stop.... the dead romantic in me lives on as this zombie who knows better.
The dying off of all the forests that we are seeing now is a storm that has settled over the world and nothing is ever going to stop those lightening strikes... Fire, destruction, wave after wave of third world people being swept away from their cultures and ending up in tents.... Humans will live, somehow, because of innate selfishness more than likely. We will shuffle through zoo's and see the large curds of cottage cheese that once leapt from branch to branch, high about man's bafoonery.... and we will read histories of this time and hate early humans, like we do the rascists and the sacrificers and the childmolesters and all sorts of other weirdo mystically addled and genetically rattled sort of behavior.
sorry to be so sad. I have been in extreme pain all day and you know me, it just feels better to share it...
One day the critics will say of me that this pain caused a lot of my work..... (boof I am, about the best I can hope for is that when they hold my funeral in the cafeteria of the old folks home, not too many of the other residents will spit in my face as they file by my cold, painted face-- I hate the way I look with runny mascara...).
Hey, maybe all those statistics showing a rise in apocalyptic thinking are really people, in some garbled way, reading the thoughts of all of the animals on the planet, other than our beloved pets.... No, there I go again, over estimating the humans.
So, please, snatch children away from abuse parents and raise them in paramilitary camps -- but be sure that they are taught to take orders from hamsters, or there may just be no hope at all....
Below is a link to a new animal, just discovered. Better look quick because the poor, ugly little thing isn't exactly pet material, so you can expect its extinction soon.
http://theelvesattic.ebloggy.com
We think that keeping these animals in zoos will preserve them for the future, like the pyramids... leave it to mystically addled humans to make every other creature on the planet evolve until large, hair less beings that look like curds of cottage chesse. What else could they look like after evolving to live in a cage for thousands of years being fed for nothing. They will get bored of pacing, and one day just sit there and gawk back at us... I mean, you can't even give animals treats at the zoos anymore, and let me tell you, in the opinion of my dear husky girl Ruby, and the remaining Kitty Bum Buk, this just ain't right.
Funny, I came in here this morning to pretend like I could start a trend, be the first one to declare this the post environmental era, and wrote this really sad essay filled with jesus juice jokes and other disgusting, Johnny Pain at his painwracked meanest.... then, between trying to get the picture to come up on my blog and moving the type around, I lost the essay. What can I say, the world needs less whining, right?
However, since my thesis here is how to mourn the world of nature (what the fuck else can we do, huh?), which is important to me no matter how much you are laughing right now, and how silly this will sound to me on after the surgery, when I expect to be on at least a few less pills. Still I am going to move one with my THESIS STATEMENT RELATED MATERIAL.
I am a reluctant carnivore. Embarrassed by my meat addiction everytime I see a cow or a pig or a chicken. The futility of what one man can do in this world and my poverty kind of combine to keep me on the edge of the idea. Eating right cost money, that is why all the poor folk are getting fat. I mean, know that if we could do away with the entire meat industry in one fell swoop, the world be better off.Well, I would like people showing up at emergency wards with lies about how they got light bulbs stuck up their but to go be passe' as well, but like war, taxes, and urine smells at the Jarvis El stop.... the dead romantic in me lives on as this zombie who knows better.
The dying off of all the forests that we are seeing now is a storm that has settled over the world and nothing is ever going to stop those lightening strikes... Fire, destruction, wave after wave of third world people being swept away from their cultures and ending up in tents.... Humans will live, somehow, because of innate selfishness more than likely. We will shuffle through zoo's and see the large curds of cottage cheese that once leapt from branch to branch, high about man's bafoonery.... and we will read histories of this time and hate early humans, like we do the rascists and the sacrificers and the childmolesters and all sorts of other weirdo mystically addled and genetically rattled sort of behavior.
sorry to be so sad. I have been in extreme pain all day and you know me, it just feels better to share it...
One day the critics will say of me that this pain caused a lot of my work..... (boof I am, about the best I can hope for is that when they hold my funeral in the cafeteria of the old folks home, not too many of the other residents will spit in my face as they file by my cold, painted face-- I hate the way I look with runny mascara...).
Hey, maybe all those statistics showing a rise in apocalyptic thinking are really people, in some garbled way, reading the thoughts of all of the animals on the planet, other than our beloved pets.... No, there I go again, over estimating the humans.
So, please, snatch children away from abuse parents and raise them in paramilitary camps -- but be sure that they are taught to take orders from hamsters, or there may just be no hope at all....
Below is a link to a new animal, just discovered. Better look quick because the poor, ugly little thing isn't exactly pet material so you expect its extinction soon.
http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&u=/050414/481/lon11904142236
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