an ode to easter

stick him on a cross the big boss jeeeeee-zus.  sunnuvabitch.  son of god.  bung him in a cave.  wish he’d been left there, maybee attacked by bear.  and born again.  but no eggs… 

(the egg.  tiny ovuloid bringer of mother natures runny goodness.  the egg.  small, lightly speckled with occasional shit and feathered additions.  the egg.  killer of yokuzumo.  the irony yok killed by yolk.  the egg.  my favourite undeveloped fetal snack.  oh my hard boiled queen, the egg). 

so no easter eggs, no chocco spheres to celebrate yr life, lord of the dance.  lord of yr arse. maybee.  babee.  jeeeeee-zus.

have a very merry jeebussy weekend folks!  phil spector will.

• will oldham: the risen lord
• leadbelly: he never said a mumblin’ word
• egg hunt: we all fall down
• erase errata: surprize it’s easter
• maruosa: come back from the dead
• washington phillips: jesus is my friend

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