The other day I was going to write a spiel about Biblesploitation and some of my personal favs, including the passage about the pigs, but got sorta sidetracked by the queerness of my uncle's death. Then the following afternoon this site was linked in ungoth, and I was torn between "Ah-HA!" and a funny sort of speechlessness. As easy as it is to twist all manner of media into our own graven images, the Bible is my default, of sorts. Perhaps it's the familiarity. Perhaps it's the sheer volume of malleable material. I can think of other rationale, but they all circle back technically to familiarity. I'm not even sure what I'm writing.. a meandering trail of serendipity, diversion. Neither what was intended, nor an apt replacement.
I wish I could say I wrote this on drugs.
I still listen to the same songs.