bipolar
Fuck you! I’ll cut your neck and throw your head to my dogs! I’ll eat your heart, and shit you out, like the worthless piece of shit you are. I’ll crush your skull in a vice. I’ll rip your fingernails off, slowly. I’ll rape your sister and your mother. I’ll cut your tongue out, and burn your eyeballs right out of their fucking sockets. I’ll erase every trace of you. I’ll bury your children in a pit, and bulldoze the bodies into unmarked graves. I’ll burn down your house, torture your friends, bomb your churches, and raze your neighborhoods. Ha. Just kidding.
I’m such a joker.
I’ll educate you, help you get a job, provide food and housing, make high speed internet available to all, open libraries, give access to gyms and restaurants, help you meditate and sleep, give your life meaning and purpose, integrate you into the community, help you make friends, and give you free time to travel, pursue hobbies, and attend sporting events. I’ll open comedy clubs for standup comedians to perform at for you, and musical venues. Dating services so you can fall in love and raise a family and not be lonely. Therapists and ways to vent, for mental health. I’ll provide every kind of good and service, in a thriving economy that can meet every demand. You’ll have privacy, and freedom, and the right to vote, freedom of speech, assembly, religion, press. You can associate with anyone you choose. You can be happy, and rich, and healthy; entertained and busy and helpful and sexy and appreciated. You can travel the world, and be all that you can be. Your life can be fun.
You’re on your own. Make do with the cards you’re dealt. You’re just another human, with the same needs as everyone else, with human rights, and aspirations for wealth, power, prestige, bliss, and meaning. Good luck. I won’t round up your family into boxcars and enslave them before mass-murdering every last one, in a final solution, that will wipe out every last trace of your disgusting, inhuman, verminous existence. You are not a cockroach!
This is what it means to be human. Angels of life and death whispering in your ears. You can choose. But there’s really only one noble path, and god help you if you stray off of it, as I see it. Love your neighbor, love all, even the idiots and the deluded and the angry and hostile and violent and disrespectful. Or lock them up. Or love them AND lock them. You can do both. Or you can be a friend. Take all this rhetorical garbage with a grain of salt, and let actions speak louder than words. Just do it. Be a man. Be a man for others. Serve and protect. Make the world a better place. Be a part of the solution, not the problem. Make the world rich. Show respect, and allow people to be themselves. Live and let live. Heaven and utopia are the rightful possession of every creature in existence. We should all help each other get there.
Paradise Paradigm
pair of dimes, pair of dice!
it's time for a new paradigm
shift shit, like my bike gears
Marilyn Manson, Eminem, and M&M’s candy
vampire, ima perv; bloody hell, childbirth
Violence and vampire victims
Gulp it down, gush, glug glug
Make it messy, spatter and spray
vicious for the viscous, a sincere sin
Virtue and values,
fate and faith, spitting shit, dudgeon in the dungeon
Voldemort vs. verses
Vonnegut and V (Pynchon)
Devil and vice and the spice
Tired and stupid and angry and bored and irritated and ignored and sad and hating
violent, vicious, vile, verminous, victim, victimizing, villainous, and very volatile
vader, voldemort, vampire, a view to a kill
a post featuring a piece by proust
an optical Aleutian
sheriff Sharif, I shot the ...
the head of state need to maintain the state of his head
the midget fortune teller who escaped from prison...
a small medium at large
My Blog
Magic trick: Presto! God is real
DFW, in his "this is water" speech (on YouTube) lumped "self-worship" in with fear, anger, frustration, and craving as behind the insidious, unconscious "default-settings" that will leave you "totally hosed" (cheated, tricked, defeated). We all worship, there are no atheists, and reality isn't all about you (or me). We each have our own skull-sized kingdoms, at the center of our very own private universes, and being God, or your own God, or any other kind of blind certainty, will leave you locked up inside your own private hell, according to David Foster Wallace, who eliminated his own map, to borrow his own language. My blog is a Dr. Laura sermon*, and unenlightened at that, it appears, to him. I still like my magic trick though, honestly. I don't think reality is conscious, however. Just other minds, which we all share. So maybe God does exist, but in a weird, different way than the Catholic consensus-reality with which I was brought up. But what do I know. God supposedly knows everything. I know nothing. Unless there's only one thing that any of us CAN know. I AM. Buddhism puts even that simple, ascertainable fact in doubt. There is no self. Poof! God disappears, too. That's the second magic trick!
*Dr. Laura, "preaches, teaches, and nags, about morals, values, and ethics"
destitute, destined for destruction
be true to THY self: wealthy and healthy, stealthy and filthy
institute for the destitute
what constitutes a prostitute?
as bovine as a rock, chomp chomp
Sa 11/20
bought a roast beef sandwich, on sourdough,
and a bottle of el mexicano liquid yogurt
and a package of pitted dates
some evergood hotlink sausages
and an eclair
got my new grip6 wallet, delivered this morning
and brought infinite jest with me, dfw, to read at
Junie's house (sitting til 8p, tonight)
after walking Kaleb, this morning
Johnny and Teresa are busy with Nutcracker
I can watch tv, if I want, but I don't
sum ran dumb strings:
dim sum. 88 :-). 7
koch's cock
kickin' it with keck
suffering under the Saffarids
skills, skulls, kills, and Cal
Nas at Nascar is scared and scarred
please clarify the meaning of scarify
do something witchy...eat a sandwich
which witch ordered the sandwich?
basketball, wishing for a swish
Rat!
Teshara (he's a rat), the rat race, gym rat, rat a tat tat,
Ratt (band), right and true, rat fink, rat bastard, rat fuck...
The beauty and ugliness, the love and the hate, the attachments and aversion, the good and the bad, the friendly and mean, the sublime and boring, the exceptional and banal, the virtuous and evil, the saintly and demonic, the sanctified and depraved, the pleasure and pain, the content and miserable, the joyful and depressed, the elated and tormented, the blessed and the cursed, the heaven and hell, the delicious and disgusting, the pure and the corrupt, the angry and the content, bliss and torture, the wise and foolish, the intelligent and retarded, the sexy and hideous, the funny and dour, the intelligent and stupid, harmony and war, stimulus and boredom, the salutary and poisonous, healthy and dying, motivated and unmotivated, happy and sad, hungry and satiated, wealth and poverty, comedy that killed or bombed…
It’s all good, it’s all bad, it is what it is, one man’s trash is another’s treasure, zero sum, and synergy and symbiosis vs. mutually antagonistic and deleterious and harmful.
Synergy is not sinful energy
Sinsemilla
statistician, and Status of Titian
Pope will V? Uh
Popul vuh
Papal duh
People huh
Pop pull what the heck is vuh
Just words. I'm not sorry. FU can be jarring.
but what's wrong with masturbation? go f yourself
Manute Bol has minute balls
Hugo's are huge, lol
firm worm, hard guard
soft loft, oft coughed
quaff coffee? doffed Hasselhoff, off
wiggle, wriggle, jiggle, squiggle
dirty, gritty, grotty
naughty karate
carry on, clarion
drum and bliss, drum and doom
toffee is not taffy
I smell on Mel, the stench of a wench, not the scent of a gent
drinking bigelow with a gigolo
a mellow fellow, fused and confused, kept and wept
a profusion of bemusement
launching an a-bomb with aplomb
Ronald Reagan and Elena Kagan are pagans
melungeon dungeon
give a bug a hug, Doug
muggles struggle with juggling
navigators and Navy Gators
be good and kind to man and beast
suffering folk from Suffolk
reproduction, in pre-production
dichotomy and duality
CDF, bad grades for the
congregation for the doctrine of the faith
the emperor of Japan had to renounce his divinity
(maybe I should too) (I don't see the harm in it, though)
it may even be true, lol
milestones and mill stones
Jose, can you see? Buy the Dawn!
the call sign of the Khalsa
Rama, hindu god, at a scout-o-rama
Gahan and Strahan
starry eyed about stare decisis
pagans pay again? say again?
eskrima and screaming eskimos
stay tuned, satan - state uno
qatar, guitar, and catarrh
deadly squirrel shooting
theomancy- divination by a (supposedly) divinely-inspired oracle
the aletheon and Raytheon
an obscene obstetric scene
TV, transmissibility/virulence (hospitalizations and deaths)
irked by turkey work, don't shirk the work, it has its perq's
take yourself with a grain of salt, like coffee with cream
wonder and gratitude vs. resentment and malice
Black Friday, in Mordor
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