So I was down Texas way at my Momma's (to whom this blog is dedicated) and David Pulkingham was over and we were talking and getting ready to pick a little (for as long as Carter'd let me keep the goddamned guitar out of the guitar case - "it'll get scratched!" - silly boy known me all his life and don't figure I see that as a positive? I like my guitars scratchy - that Epiphone sound a whole lot better it get some groove.) Anyway David telling me about reading on Vidal's Live at Golgotha Book which was obviously of some interest to me and Momma mentioned that boy Spong? Sprong? Sprung? Sprong I think. Anyway he that Bishop got tried for Heresy (I had to laugh at that case. The foaming mouth shit brought that charge, to the extent he thought there was an actual chance of conviction, as unread and cultureless as those crazies think they actually gonna see OJ convicted or Clinton impeached - motherfuckers make me laugh but tired. R. Paul Anderson the novelist - we were steppenfetching in a Swede place Mid-Town - told me they'd brought Murder 1 on OJ. "They did what?" I say, "Murder 1, in the State of California? They got a witness or that boy walking." Paul says: "They've got a lot of bloodstains, Quin. The TV people think he's in trouble." "The TV people are lying to you or full of shit. Bloodstains is Manslaughter. Murder 1 demands the proof of prior intent. You better have damn good proof of it you gonna tell an American jury a man, with any knowlege of life and physicality, who isn't crazy, went to off somebody with a fucking knife. Great Big Motherfucking Negroes danced on top of OJs fallen body once a week. He have reason to understand the wild resiliency of the human body and the girl bore him two children - he knows bleeding and pain don't necessarily end in dying. With "Cold Malice Aforethought", a knife? Sounds to me something stinky in the DAs office. They messed up somewhere or the ambition made 'em crazy. Manslaughter or Murder 2, that's what they might have." Paul says wistfully: "Of course, I feel that if Jeffery Dahlmer (sp?) were to say he were sorry we should let him go and just keep a close watch on him." Paul dreamily imagines his role as Society's Watchdog.) Momma says: "Bishop Sprong says that Christianity Must Change." I say (in my head): "The Pope says he's sorry but I don't fucking belive him." Then David and I played a song which he and Joe and I recorded and I think will be up on that MP3.Com/quinwithey site soon if it ain't already. But Joe ain't played Sax with me yet and until I have Sax with Joe I ain't gonna feel my life complete.
Momma you see that Bishop Sprong when you up in Minneapolis you tell him I think it may be too late for Christianity. Jesus alive today I figure Jesus wouldn't believe in himself. We done moved past that belief shit. What the Constituent Churches of the Anglican Communion need to work on is learning How To Read. First time I started twigging this I'm listening to David Pulkingham's daddy at Yelldall Manor. David's Daddy reads a piece of Job and then he explicates it and I'm like (in my head): "Whoa. No wonder you crazy. You can't read."
Mr. Sax Rohmer tells us that Fu Manchu (who is God in the Empire of Dr. Bienke) has a voice reminiscent of that of Cardinal Newman's (check it out you don't believe me..). Just yesterday I realized that Clyde (who is The Deity Responsible for Ukulele Heaven in the Empire of Dr. Bienke and once upon a time had a romance with another Boy Bison) has the voice and mannerisms of W. H. Auden. Whoa, Children and Stay Tuned.
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