Oct 26, 2007

It's Aww Fuck It!-Friday, kids!

Drink. Stupor. Repeat.

A poem from the Rev. Korda at the Church of Euthanasia

Prayer for a Good Death
by Rev. Chris Korda

Great Spirit, I am unworthy;
My species has disgraced itself.
Of all the species that live, or have ever lived,
Mine is the lowliest.
Lower than the flowers who fill the air with sweet pollen,
Lower than the trees who encircle the Earth with their roots,
Lower than the insects,
rulers of Earth

Since the beginning of time,
Lower than the darting fish,
Lower than the soaring birds,
Lower than the four-legged creatures,
Who are the beating heart of the living Earth.
Great Spirit, my shame is as deep as the ocean,
And my sadness is unbearable.
I pray for enlightenment,
But fear that my prayer is too late.
Great Spirit, if this be so, then I pray for extinction.
Let my species become extinct, and vanish from the Earth.
Let my loins be barren,
Let my seed not sprout,
Let the race of men fall like leaves.
Let my fields grow wild,
Let my fences crumble,
Let my cities turn to dust, and become forests.
Let the grass drink my blood;
Let my body be food for worms.
Great Spirit, let me die, that the Earth may live.


angry ballerina said...

You actually have to BLOG about what you're doing everyday past 12 noon?


angry ballerina said...


angry ballerina said...

Um, never mind.


Fade said...

Angry: pow! zip! bang! Ritalin!

I think you may need a beer... to you know, center yourself.

Actually, horror of horrors! I haven't had a beer in about 4 days, dammit! But I've been real good today, finally got the bedroom decorated (been bare walls since we moved in here), organized the garage, Took the kids pool down and put it away, and Then painted Rain's bedroom (Disney Lavender or something) ick. (what she wanted).. So I think I may actually deserve a beer. The fy-ance is going to pick me up a twelve pack when she gets back from the gym.. So, see, not even a 30 pack!! Is that enough moderation for ya?

(cuz I'm about at my limit as it is... starting to see stars and shake uncontrollably...)

I think we both need our meds, dear.