Easter Mass on a Sunset Beach

Dear Naily Easter.

A few days ago on the bed an argument of color extends its four limbs until it walks on its legs. On a wet spring train of that thought, somehow it was decided that color is a child of time and progression. In my mind I stared at what seemed to be color photos from the 1960s and giggled about representation, how tones in color come to prominence as a reflex of technological inhibition, how memory stains come to fruition during such silly daydreams, how it has me sitting here writing to you about it.

At Saint Louis roman catholic in downtown Buffalo, I lit a candle at the foot of the huge marble Pieta and said something like "god please take care of us all" and realized that Jim Carrey has two R's in his last name. During the priest's performance of the Transubstantiation I noticed the tabernacle behind his back resembled a drive-thru call box at the fast food joints when he removed the gold plate of tiny hosts and God was there. somehow. Does a priest still have the ordained power to turn french fries or a Happy Meal into the body of Christ? And why not?

While walking up the aisle to receive holy communion there is always the "Act of Contrition" to recite like a pop song which goes:

OMG I am sorry for my sins
In choosing to do wrong and failing to do right
I have sinned against you and yr church
I firmly intend, with the help if yr Son
To make up for my sins and to love as I should

Amen.

Leaning forward with my tongue hanging out, I felt like a puppy coming to get a treat and there was god in my mouth laughing. I walked back to the pew to, got on both knees with my face in my prayer palms and said "please take care of my family and friends. Don't forget me." At some point it became clear that Christianity is the longest living soap opera with a day and nighttime running of two-thousand years produced by Archangel Gabriel Studios all done in final cut pro in some far corner of my imagination. The bell rang. Spring is officially everywhere and its time for Claritin D allergy pills.

Everyday is a Dream. Let know one tell you otherwise.

Hearts & Stars,
Clippy Easter