there's a stain on a concrete wall that looks like the Virgin Mary. (I'm really trying to move away from this Catholic stuff but it's a struggle I can tell you.) The news footage showed an underpass, a fire engine, an ambulance, cops and a crowd. Not sure what the fire engine was doing but presume the cops were to deal with trouble and the ambulance was for the wounded because that stain had fight written all over it. A sombre voice told us that the Virgin Mary's features were clearly marked on the concrete. Incidentally 'stain' is not much used by the Deity as a method of representation though you can never tell with God, always testing the faith and all that. The camera shot I saw didn't help as the stain looked as it was, a stain. It's general shape not much different from what's left after your average underpass pisser has...well... passed. Mind you I thought pissboy clearly had previous experience and might even have won school competitions with heights like that. Or is it only in the UK that schoolboys piss for prestige?
The place had become a shrine with flowers and candles and crowds. Judging by the stain's poor definition it didn't seem long before violence broke out over interpretation because even I could tell that from certain angles it was John the Baptist. Maybe mica particles in the concrete produced an optical illusion like those plastic pictures that change when tilted. Suddenly, word from the back showed a split ocurring between fundamentalists for whom there could only be one possible image and the new fundamentalists who saw many images. The genesis of a new world religion ended when the City's cleansing department arrived in answer to complaints about the all night singing . A couple of wipes with Shrino Clean and it was all over. How fickle is that?
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Dan Honey, are you OK? I came over to your site to get away from the religious nuts on my site... but they've infiltrated the darkest corners of the internet... I'm going to run back to my site and pray.
Mime, ah thanks for the concern mate, really appreciated. I've been mucho mithered this last couple of days. Changing over to broadband was not the nirvana I was promised. Buggers cut off my old account and opened the new one before I received the modem, yada yada... Anyway I'm back on line. The other mither is the lads next door, it turns out that those of the Dr Dre etc are Dealers, up all night, sound system shaking my house, all sorts of unsavoury characters banging on their door etc etc etc. Bit of a nightmare really so I'm having to speak to the cops. And I swear it must be bad for me to speak to the police, who on the whole I find to be situated in the more racist, sexist, homophobe and xenophobic regions of the state. Apart from that I'm fine. All part of life's rich tapestry I suppose.
xxx
ps, be glad when they've fucked off though.
See, I'm so stressed I think of you not as a muse but a Mime. Phew!
x
Hmm, hope your life's getting back in order... the cops in Manchester do suck. I think the religion thing is catching. Now I'm barking on about it.
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