pinko, do you think you can get me a picture of dorian gray? he was a gay young man, always smiling and playing the clown. once, i saw him smoky a butt. it was a miracle, how cool he looked. it struck me how lucky i was to see him strike that pose. later, i went to the mall with paul in winston. you winston, you lose some, but that was a good day, a very fine day. other days are a pain in the nantucket nectar, but you can't let yourself get down. you have to snapple out of your funk, brothers, and let your voices be heard in parliament if needed. write to george clinton himself if that is what's called for. rick, it is the james old song and dance, so you have to stand reality on it's head. even if you have to marie tina to save the relationship, you should do it, for love mae come just once in your life, and you want to make sure you arnett the right woman. so, don't be lazy, fight with all your might. you may have to lay z out if he fucks with you, but that's ok, for you are from the hood, man, and no one fucks with your manhood. when all is said and done, remember the time you saw shelley manne play in the hood.
have been morbid lately. the usual, what does it all mean, everything is bullshit, the bad dominates the good. man, we have really done a number on mother earth, and on each other. it could be so very different. the planet was not meant to be a giant storage space for our shit. we are hopeless followers, in search of what the others have, who are in turn searching for the new thing that will make them happy. but the new thing turns out to be a variation of the same old bullshit, and does nothing to increase the happiness, or wisdom, or compassion on the earth. really, have we become a better species since the cell phone? the internet? cable tv? are we wiser now? smarter? more decent? what have been the real benefits of our false progress? have we come any closer to doing away with war, or ending racism? what can new toys do for us? we are better off jerking off than playing this endless game of constant consumerism. this silly, stupid race has no end point, no finish line. it is a run of infinite insanity, and there are no winners. we are all swimming in the shit that is modern existence. here i sit staring at a computer screen screaming silently at myself, while one or two readers consume my words. they also stare at a screen, perhaps looking for a quick fix from their job, or maybe even searching for meaning from a world that has ceased to offer any.
but what else am i (we) to do? i get up, i go to work, i come home, i curse our wars, go to the obligatory rally or political film, and begin the endless eternity all over again. yes, i care deeply for my family, for my girlfriend, for pinko. but what of the other 6 billion? what is my relationship to the species, and to our earth? often, i feel alone, utterly cut off from any genuine feeling of connectedness. civilization, i curse you. you are beyond cure. you have made crazy the best of us, and alienated the rest of us. you have drained life of its dynamics, leaving us drips to battle over for nourishment. you have starved our souls, and murdered our minds.
but, i'm not dead yet. you can't take my humor. i still have a semblance of individuality. the truth still matters to me.
i, and the people i love, are still alive.
and so, the battle continues. i'm prepared to get my ass kicked.
i'm not ready to surrender.
when all is said and done, i'd rather be myself.
1 comment:
preach it chairman!
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