I feel the need to reply to comments but 99 percent of the time I have no fucking idea what to say. That idea may illustrate my current state. I have very little to reply to anything I experience. I believe it is a combination of:
1. A father who drilled certain ideas into my head.
2. Life experience.
Ligi writes, “Bring on the bomb.” His explanation is, “This world is infected beyond fixing. Why waste your time? Plus, lets add some rebellious satire. ” Fuck it.
You know what? I agree…
Hey Pants -
Quit the excuses. Check the link for how I dealt with my father.
Life experience is fine until you fully appreciate where it leads. The imagination is the only real alternative to death, not living. Anyone can live. There are six BILLION assholes on the planet, but only one of Val Kilmer’s relatives recognized the godliness of trees. In a terrible poem, I must add.
And, of course, you misinterpreted what keeps me going: time is made to be wasted, as papa Buker the puke drilled into my imaginary soul, but he’s dead these days, while I’m still not Chevy Chase.
Have you ever read any Howard Nemerov? If not, find some. In particular, I’m thinking of a poem from Blue Swallows called Life Cycle of the Common Man. Nemerov is probably my number one literary influence, after Frank Zappa, despite his wrong-headed views about democracy. Jarry taught me philosophy.
Anyone can bring on the bomb. What is important is to understand that NOT bringing on the bomb is not necessarily an honorable endeavor. What the fuck is God for if not to wipe the slate clean every now and then? Am I supposed to trust mankind to do the right thing? Did you notice that Spike hasn’t endorsed Obama?
But then I’m every bit as infected as my fellow citizens in the nation of miserable fucks, so even I routinely tell myself to sit down and shut the fuck up, which is why I am blogger instead of whatever those other writers call themselves. I consider myself a compost ingredient.
Keep on keeping on. I’m just fucking with you because you seem like someone worth fucking with.
Osama bin slipping into darkness because he has a trusty flashlight
What the fuck is God for if not to wipe….
Too funny.
For me, life instruction from my parents was always meant to be beneficial. But fuck, they didnt know anything either!!!
But, they were drawing from their Xperience. Something to do w/ values or something….They werent All-Wise, and god dammit, they said they were! ; )
Maybe next time(recycle) I’ll get it. Maybe god dont take no for an answer…keeps bringing me back till I get it right.
Stubborn fuck…
All we are saying
Is give the surge a chance
All we are saying
Is give the surge a chance
Everybody bury Paul
Everybody bury Paul
Fuck
You can’t win ‘em all
Davey,
son of Khoresh
king of the Waco flame!