They Tied His Arms Behind His Back, To Teach Him How To Swim
10 Aug, 2008 in fnord, sadhana and dharma
Fiend Loathing Itself - Painting by John Lindquist
Youdopia is a rotten borough. A failed state. The emperor has no clothes. He lived years of his life thinking he was an ok person, but alas… not so much. He is the demon. There is something to genetics after all.
He is the fuck he never wanted to be. Beyond pathos, the psychic version of the ubiquitous fat person melting into the couch. He is an unformed, jellylike unformed larva. A maggot in the shell of a man.
Having a rough day?
LOL. Kind of yes, kind of no, mostly I had this beginning of something that I had to get down, and I hit publish instead of save. Then… I had to try and make something of it. So, consider this a belch that I tried to make look intentional. I loved the imagery of the maggot in the shell of a man, and I wanted to just log that ,but… given my state of being (stoned and exhausted)…. I went another way.
So you are getting into photoshop??? Grins***
I am your oldest friend. Both in years and and time. I do not see anything wrong with this post at all. As a matter of fact Pink Floyd made an entire career out of adult male disillusionment. I embrace this post as a wonderful insight into the children of the “Doomed Generation”. The falling happens not far from the tree, No? Yet we are expected, nay… “Required” to do better then the pigeon toed idealism our father’s talked about in college. Motherfuck them for lying to us all. There is, at the very least… Seventy Five years of incompetence, Greed, Filth, Perversion, Destitution, Violent Takeover, and Pure Baby Fang Nipple Envy to deal with. God himself is sharpening his knife. Motherfuck them all for killing us slowly. You my friend have every right to express yourself in this manner. These days even the wind smells of rotten flesh.
TVSux, aaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Victory shall be mine. Even as I type this, opportunities arise which boggle the mind in their enormity. Enormity is a word I have been using quite often. I’ve fought legal battles, civil battles, ideological, and of course, internal battles. It’s been a wild time, but growth often is.
This was a poorly chosen method to preserve a line that I thought worthy of preservation.
Yes, you are my oldest friend, and you have been a steadfast support as I’ve ‘tarded through life. Now, though, I see fruits blooming, results of effort. There is a Way Out, and it’s not the way I thought. On a sphere, if you fall far enough, you eventually start to rise.