Jane, the 2nd Coming Jane never set out to be the 2nd Coming, anymore than she set out to be fat or a redhead. She chuckled frequently when she told Ace, her chubby chum, that she understood why Buddhaha had laid on the lard – it was the laugh ratio, the ratio of chuff to chaff. You can’t trust thin people to be seriously funny.
Jane had met Ace when he’d interviewed her for Carpe Comedy, a holozine he started on 02.11.2011, at the height of the planetary turbulence. “Well,” said Jane The Messiah, “ever since they so screwed up the reporting on the 1st Coming, we are never ever doing Coming gigs without holovideo. You gotta actually see my lips move so you can’t lie about what I said.
“The Nazarene was an OK guy, but without the holovideo, he got seriously tabloided throughout a gore-fest of history that he never had in mind, or in heart.
“That whole eat-my-flesh, drink-my-blood thing was an inside joke! Only crazy people would, like, do it.
“The point of the 1st Coming was supposed to be to perk up poor people – to sock it to the stupid greedy who were pointedly un-invited to the stupendous party in heaven.”
“Mz Messiah – may I call you Jane? – are you going to offer a less distortable delusion to pleasure the masses.” Jane gazed at Ace for the first time. Sexy. Very sexy, she thought idly.
“A less distortable delusion. That’s our scheme, that’s our dream,” said Jane T. Messiah, laughing like a bowl of strawberry jello.
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