The assassination or suicide of living the dream. (Revision)
- Mick Jagger, Sympathy for the Devil.
“Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people."
- the Moldy Peaches
The hot stink of a fresh cancer stick, or, the exhilarating taste of a shot of the IQ enhancing salvation we call jack daniels. All fail in comparison to the delirium-inducing salvation of having a mature woman who knows what she is doing, slowly and with self-assurance suck your cock. This irrational joy is only enhanced when it is with a beautiful stranger who in your own words is "out of your league." What the hell is with this creepy digression into one writers "oral fixation" (I get a boner every time my therapist says those two words.) Well, I am clinging to meaning and reaching here but, as far I can tell we live in a society that idealizes consumerism. While I am here today to speak for the privilege and advocate for being a disposable discharge (be it dharma or, otherwise.) in the capitalist shitshow, we call the united states.
"Consumers, how can we be better consumers?" someone said aloud, and without hecklers, as I cringed and quietly nodded in a, you gave me change for a ten, so I can hit up the snack machine, so I don't want to argue, in a sort of way. Consumers, fuck that, how can we encourage the development of being consumed, being driven creators. You can do this, start a blog, do a painting or lay back and... you get the point. The whole idea of being a better consumer flickers my mojo into a rage in a way that only self-Hate-masturbating of the (hypothetical) "it is so hard to love someone who doesn't love you," sort of way, does.
Every billboard, every CEO, or, an alpha success story is founded on the bold statement of "suck my dick!" I would in the old days scream back "what if I can't find it?" until one-day Donald Trump was elected president and I felt as if all at once that the whole universe was answering my question with the scream of "oh, then it will find you."
So what the hell is with this garbled, incoherent, rampage of a (by his own suspicions) "closeted homosexual" who has a perverse fascination with the domineering insanity of a system that instills in us the belief that women are a disposable reward for the financially successful? The punchline to that joke is easy, and you can quote me on it, Suck my Dick.
The epilogue
The advocacy of iniquity, the rage of impotence and awareness of the inferiorty of one's ambition concerning the primitive monkey and the idealism that it is trying wham upside the head with a stick. I want to be honest with myself, and I confuse my hope that the world is a place that is safe. With the reality that we are all trying to impose our will on a universe that does its own damn thing.
My frustration as a writer is that I am trying to use nonreductive language. In a world where it is dangerous to have a political opinion and even more dangerous to not have one. Where snippets on a picture (memes) inform most peoples stance on policy more than being informed in a broad reading/understanding way.
All I understand is me, and even then only poorly. I know I avoid being told what I am even when the evidence is in front of me. That is the cold fact of this blog. You are watching a delusional mind do its best to satisfy that irrational instinct that drives it. I feel like I am watching a car crash, and saying look at that idiot he is doing it all wrong. But because this is the internet age and I leave a footprint even if I did advocate being a Luddite.
It is in my best interest to focus on some kind self-evaluation. Also if it does mean that all I conclude is that my doubt should have won then so be it. I reread the earlier piece I wrote and felt I should clarify. That more than anything all it was is a long joke with a bad pun. That and no one should be forced through coercion or otherwise to do something they don't want. I just thought I could make you laugh with a distinct sort of common sense point. But by trying to keep it nonreductive even to me, it seems ambiguous. So yeah this was the answer segment of the suck my dick Zen Koan. So yeah you can still quote me on the whole "suck my dick" thing just know and understand it means fuck you.
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