At five thirty this mo', in a cheap motel room in Kal, i was awakened by an earth-shattering KABOOM. I staggered out, shook my fist, an', Stanley Kowalski-style, yelled into the dark desert sky, "Fuck you Superpit, fuck you all." I was thinking, of course, that it was the fluorescent orange brigade blowing unfeasibly large chunks of this goodly frame to Kingdom Come so as the extract a few grams of wedding ring. Why they had to wake me... ME, in this manner was beyond my 5:30 a.m. limits of tolerance and understanding.
turns out it was an earthquake.
It could end there, but i figure it is God, and not the be-mulletted 'solidly-built' crowd, who deserve my censure.
Yeah, but God's not a man to take criticism lying down. Don't let me stop you from trying though.
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ReplyDeleteI too must intercede. Please do not forsake Our Father; and all these negative emotions certainly do no Good. (oh, that's a bit Buddhist innit? Ne'er mind, we're eclesiastical here...)
Besides, after living among the Heathens for many years, I came to enjoi 'quakes...
{no "KABOOM' just rockabye}
Blessings,
Le Rev Dr
Here's a thing, too: i always malapropped tectonic with Teutonic and imagined the earth's plates moving about *on time* and giving serious grief to miscegenationist lumps of molten rock.
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