I dig.

Mt. St. Helen spewed goop & fissure-ire well up into Earth’s privates,

…yep; like a clapridden regular at the house of ill repute!  Grant you that. 

& Mt. St. Helen has commercial fished-out a bulk of certain seas, bent on eating and feeding a family at the beginning…but then driven to greater & greater take-home pay.

& Mt. St. Helen is a coal & silver & gold & diamond & uranium & salt & platinum & copper & sulpher & semi-precious stone & graphite & basalt & every sort of depleteable   mineral mining, hard timing, whistle blowin, dinner-belling, little bird dying in a cage minding, soil sampling, mountainside leveling, ghost town creating fool with tools.

&, a wildcatter from way back, Mt. St. Helen has been drilling for the buffer juice man calls oil, but no doubt Earth calls something else; i.e., maybe internal lubricant, shock absorber, blood, organic organ ebb & flow effecter, I don’t know, it’s just a theory, but Mt. St. Helen must be drillin it because Mt. St. Helen makes so many things out of it, things not one of us can avoid in one hour out of a day without going as far as hanging-out with fictional Dr. Ethan Powell in the dense guerilla mists of uncharted African wood. 

& that industrious CEO, Mt. St. Helen, dumps waste post haste, chemicals surely, biochemicals perhaps, all kinds of bagnasty no-goodies into rivers & lakes & her only true majesty, the sea, for…oh…how many generations now; even with greener regulations (which should not EVEN be prerequisite because a man who raises a son to be a man and do the right things should not have to be governed to NOT throw poison in the watershed.)

& Mt. St. Helen heads-up the worldwide clear-cut logging that has gone on for so long, unchecked until…what…the last decade?  The damage done so deeply that you and I got to get to planting some trees lickety-split…or we can just chill and sit back while the nation’s most benevolent and wizened horticultural academics handle that area, …which they are presently at work (thanks to the lot of you who know the deal and have stepped-up, you’re a blessing & you better know you are) aptly handling it to their best aptitude as I write this tinhorn & tripe over coffee’s Étude. 

&, yep, I see your point, good sir, Mt. St. Helen dumps, buries, hides, leaks, flotsams & jetsams every sort of waste & experiment fodder carcass & active war toy, & FUD-duddy preposterous and crud-lined measure of vis-à-vis to industrialized manhood & jizz into the soil that we grow our tomatoes in, …so that the water we drink isn’t out of the faucet, but out of a bottle made from the buffer juice that Mt. St. Helen drills & kills & lobbies ever for in flagrant lieu of making perpetual use of the one good and omnipresent sun that’s here for the duration, undeletable until an unforeseeable natural means to an end.  

Oh…man! If it weren’t for Mt. St. Helen, Earth’d be kickin brotha.  I see your point. 

No, really, I just think maybe we probably could kill less hope for sake of the almighty dollar as a people, without pooring the rich who surely need their riches, it’s there’s so leave em be for Pete’s sake, …& certainly as a means to more perfect our union between livelihood and…well…the LIVING planet (beast-of-burden) that houses us.  NO doubt in my mind you have a point with volcano eruptions and the like, but I do not think it is a viable exoneration.  

The first several paragraphs are for sake of parody, at best, & although sarcastic as hell, not necessarily an affront to your post.  It’s just … what have we become?  & … how

did we become?  You know what I mean? 

For lack of a link to Anni Kookoo,

please take a listen, aptly, to Better People: 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IxZijEeTCXY

Thanx Xavier, …see you soon mate, …hang loose brah, namaste….