nothing is ever the way you want it.
nothing.
you can kick, cuss, fight, and holler
but it won't do a damn bit of good.
you will always be sent hurling back to the truth.
the truth that kicks you in the balls
and laughs at you when your down.
down in the gutter rolling around
with the pimps and hookers, drunks and addicts,
liars and cheats, dimestore hoods and switch blade thieves.
that's where the truth is.
and that's where i am.
at least tonight..... -----s. copeland

just a little jolly poem to start this edition of the church of scott's thoughts off. another sunday. alright alright. gather round gather round. bring your kids and your wallets and let's get down to some business. some insight. some wisdom. some intellectual bullshit. some enlightenment. i know it's out there somewhere and i ain't quitting 'til i find some.

is it over there? or over here? is it under that or on top of this? is it behind those or right in front of these? fuck if i know. i've already looked there a couple of times.

the truth is just like when you lose your keys. you never find them until you give up looking for them and then there they are...staring you straight in the face.

i've been doing some reading lately and i thought i'd share a few passages of some of my favorite scriptures that didn't make the bible. i'm not sure if all of you know this, but several of the apostles and disciples wrote books that weren't allowed in the bible for whatever reasons. they weren't deemed holy enough, i suppose. but i've always been of the mindset that if they weren't trying to fool us, shouldn't we all have been exposed to every account of jesus that exists? shouldn't we all have heard of the book of thomas or the book of philip and know it's contents. didn't the men and women who walked with jesus himself know more about his teachings and meanings than some church heirarchy 4 centuries later. why is that? why don't we know more about james and his teachings. he was, jesus's brother, for christ's sake. of course, catholics don't believe that because mary was the perpetual virgin so they choose to believe that james was his cousin. whatever.

anyway, here's some passages for you that i tend to like a lot.

the gospel of thomas verse 113

His disciples said to him, "When will the kingdom of heaven come?"
And Jesus said, "It will not come by waiting for it. It will not be a matter of saying 'here it is' or 'there it is'. Rather, the kingdom of the father is spread out upon the earth, and men just do not see it."

the gospel of philip verse 32

There were three who always walked with the Lord: Mary, his mother and her sister and Madalene, whom they call his lover. A Mary is his sister and his mother and his lover.

verse 55-56

Wisdom, whom they call barren, is the mother of the angels, and the consort of Christ is Mary Magdalene. The Lord loved Mary more than all the disciples, and he kissed her on the mouth many times. The other disciples saw him and said to him, "Why do you love her more than all of us?" the Savior answered and said to them, "Why do not i love you as i do her?"
If a blind person and one who can see are in the dark, there is no difference between them. when the light comes, then the one who sees will see the light, and one who is blind will stay in darkness.


i think it's obvious why we haven't heard these scriptures. we can't have jesus kissing bitches on the mouth. that's just too fucked up. nor can we have heaven here on earth already. that's just flat out crazy talk thomas. you obviously misunderstood what he said.

i think my point is.....

what is my point?

i know i had one somewhere. lost in the abyss. gone with the wind. vanished into thin air.

what the fuck is thin air anyway? why can't something vanish into thick air? fuck thin air. i want some fat ass air. it vanished into fat ass air. yeah.

well, i just got back from my longhorn's gig. i got to see my ol' buddy wacky mac. it's always great to see him. he came in and watched a set before his clubhouse shit and came back after he was done. he said he'd put me on the list so joni wouldn't give me no shit, but i opted otherwise. i don't need to be seeing her peter pan haircut having ass right now. i'm just not ready for that. still a little too pissed off. mac said he'd play a copeland medley for her, though. i bet he didn't. roger ray and monte peliti stopped by as well. i always love seeing rog. he's a helluva good guy and there's not many people's company i enjoy more. one of the smartest dudes i know and a goddamn good musician. thanks for showing up guys.
monte writes his own blogs on the stragglers site and he told me he would put a link to mine soon. i doubt i have any readers who don't know the stragglers shit, but if i do....check it out and read some of monte's fine work. i read it every once in a while myself. he doesn't get to use great words like cocksucker and buttfuck, but he does alright.

back up in the woods and the fields, they grow something that looks like a turnip green
but everybody calls it polk salad.

now that's POLK....SALAD


good night cruel world,

scott