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Saturday, May 29, 2004
The Pope has called American life "soulless" and says there is a crisis of spirituality in our country. First, Giblets has this to say: shut up, Pope! No one is the boss of Giblets! Why are you not dead yet? Stupid old smelly old Pope! You smell!
Also: the Pope is right. By accident! Giblets happens to agree with the Pope. America what is wrong with you? You need to be more spiritual, like Giblets. Giblets is so spiritual! Behold Giblets at the mall. Giblets connects with the souls and spirits of all things. "Buy me, Giblets!" they shout out to him. "Buy us, we are so pretty and shiny and new!" And Giblets reaches out to comfort and protect them, like a apirit-earth-mother-Giblets to its child. Look at this windup monkey! And this ice cream cone! And these imitation pants! And this toothpaste! And this plastic! Their souls sing to Giblets, and his soul flows out to them, in the form of dollars, and they flow back to him, in the form of stuff. Tomorrow they will break, and or he will tire of them, and Giblets will throw them out, and their souls will depart and flow afresh into the continuum of stuff, and the cycle begins anew. It is so beautiful. It is so Life. Giblets would cry now but that would make Giblets look gay. Flow with stuff, America. Embrace your spirit-selves. Be.
posted by Giblets at 10:15 PM
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