Trash talk.
Do you ever get the feeling that everyone seems to want something from you and nobody wants to pay it back?
Yeah. Me too. It's that me-first culture we're so attached to. Gotta get the best of everything, right? Gotta be first in line, right? Gotta be the big man, the head honcho, the king of town indeed? World-center little fool pretending to fill up the whole stage, seen one anywhere nearby?
Yeah, you're absolutely surrounded by 'em, ain't you?
A whole world full of movie stars and Bukowskis, none of them happy, all of them judgemental.
Sucks!
But, you bought the ticket, you take the ride.
Do you ever think, "What if people were just... less... shitty?"
Yeah, me too. That's not happening today.
For one thing, your average humanimal is so frightened of its own butthole that it rarely, barely, takes a shit. Many of 'em spend thousands of dollars on miracle weight-loss medicines and still never recognize what, exactly, the extra pounds ARE that they're clenching on tightly to.
You know. Assholes. The ones full-of-shit. There will always be such, and they have nothing to do with you, do they?
Well, unless you are one.
Then it really is on you.
In you.
Go take a dump. But, close the lid before you flush. Otherwise you'll spatter that shit everywhere.
But wait! Oh, no! What if the relief makes you... a sinner!
Pleasure, after all, of all kinds, they say, is sinful.
Fuck all that. It's a game of fools, and the rules are laid out by people who partake all they like in the game of life - on your dime.
Want to know what the hell a sin is?
Well...
Nobody drops the trash.
Why do I keep picking up trash, then?
Nobody ever lies.
Why do people keep going stark raving absolutely fucking insane, then? What is the problem?
Nobody ever steals anything! And yet, people's shit goes missing, constantly.
Something's a little off, here. It's almost as if plenty of people lie, cheat, steal, and litter, and then have the unmitigated audacity to judge each other.
Nobody ever does anything wrong, you know! We're all right and bright and happy-dappy all the time, or we should be, you know! And yet, wrongs keep happening, abuses continue, systems perpetuate, and new kids are born onto the blocks and taught the fucked-up grease-and-tar-stained ropes the minute their eyes crack open.
Fuck it, facit, I ran out of caring. At this point, I just write, pick up trash, edit, pick up trash, do the sweat work...
And, you know, sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I could lie like the rest of us. Steal like the rest of us. Pass a piece of trash on the side of the road (and not feel a little guilty unless I pick it up and drop it in the goddamn bin. Everyone else has to look at the damn thing, too.)
But, then, what would be the fun in that?
Yeah. Me too. It's that me-first culture we're so attached to. Gotta get the best of everything, right? Gotta be first in line, right? Gotta be the big man, the head honcho, the king of town indeed? World-center little fool pretending to fill up the whole stage, seen one anywhere nearby?
Yeah, you're absolutely surrounded by 'em, ain't you?
A whole world full of movie stars and Bukowskis, none of them happy, all of them judgemental.
Sucks!
But, you bought the ticket, you take the ride.
Do you ever think, "What if people were just... less... shitty?"
Yeah, me too. That's not happening today.
For one thing, your average humanimal is so frightened of its own butthole that it rarely, barely, takes a shit. Many of 'em spend thousands of dollars on miracle weight-loss medicines and still never recognize what, exactly, the extra pounds ARE that they're clenching on tightly to.
You know. Assholes. The ones full-of-shit. There will always be such, and they have nothing to do with you, do they?
Well, unless you are one.
Then it really is on you.
In you.
Go take a dump. But, close the lid before you flush. Otherwise you'll spatter that shit everywhere.
But wait! Oh, no! What if the relief makes you... a sinner!
Pleasure, after all, of all kinds, they say, is sinful.
Fuck all that. It's a game of fools, and the rules are laid out by people who partake all they like in the game of life - on your dime.
Want to know what the hell a sin is?
Well...
Nobody drops the trash.
Why do I keep picking up trash, then?
Nobody ever lies.
Why do people keep going stark raving absolutely fucking insane, then? What is the problem?
Nobody ever steals anything! And yet, people's shit goes missing, constantly.
Something's a little off, here. It's almost as if plenty of people lie, cheat, steal, and litter, and then have the unmitigated audacity to judge each other.
Nobody ever does anything wrong, you know! We're all right and bright and happy-dappy all the time, or we should be, you know! And yet, wrongs keep happening, abuses continue, systems perpetuate, and new kids are born onto the blocks and taught the fucked-up grease-and-tar-stained ropes the minute their eyes crack open.
Fuck it, facit, I ran out of caring. At this point, I just write, pick up trash, edit, pick up trash, do the sweat work...
And, you know, sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I could lie like the rest of us. Steal like the rest of us. Pass a piece of trash on the side of the road (and not feel a little guilty unless I pick it up and drop it in the goddamn bin. Everyone else has to look at the damn thing, too.)
But, then, what would be the fun in that?
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