Saturday, March 24, 2012

I HAD FORGOTTEN.

I had simply forgotten how much fun--and how soul-soothing--writing can be. It is bliss. It is an extension of Self. For a "writer", without writing? They curdle. They shrink. Intellectually and physically, they die. They become a husk.
Long live the keyboard.
Long live the keyboard!
I have been reading over my my blogroll and I have to say that I have LOL'd more than thrice. I
find myself funny.
So. What?
It's a motherfucking start, at least. It is a motherfucking start. I'll dovetail this bullshit into a lucrative six-figure income, I'm sure.
I'm sure.
Put it this way: Some people are born to lead...and others are just there for statistics.
Here is a statistic: How many 39-year-olds work at sammich shoppes? Not too many. I am one of the .007%. Kudos for me.
Now, I am not trying to make this a sob-story. It just kinda happened on its own.
To all the kidz out there: NEVER DRINK! AN OUNCE! A BOTTLE! DRINK NOTHING!
Will that work? Hell no. But it is worth a shot. Learn from me. LEARN! from me! I know of what I speak.
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Tears fall. A lot. Emotional tears, sure, but also physiological tears from holding the puke in. Why would I want to keep the puke where it should reside? Answer: Because it really really really is a pain in the ass to vomit. It takes too much time. Gotta kneel there, heavin' up...nothing and heave and heave and heave again. It is unwieldy.
In a perfect world there would be a Heave-A-Trom. Or a Puke-A-Trom. Then again....
Then again, in a perfect world, there'd be no Addiction or Famine or Drought or Misplaced Nature or Rape or Killing or Mental Illness or Government. Wouldn't that be perfect? Sure it would. Just up to the time when Humanity would fuck it up. Fuck up Perfection. Because you know it would happen.
Am I a pessimist? Yes. Am I also a realist? Yes. Humanity has had tens of thousands of years to "fix" things. Have they? Not a fucking bit. There is still a powder-keg in the Middle East, there is still famine in Africa and the good ole Ewe Es of Aye, there is still greed and corruption.... There are still psychopaths who call themselves "American Soldiers"....
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Women? Children? In a village in Afghanistan? Murdered? By the man in the White Hat? No. The 15 or 20 women, men and children (CHILDREN) were shot to death by a deranged U.S. soldier. But?
Yes. Go ahead and say your piece.
No, um, I was just sayin', um, I thought we were the good guys?
Well.... No, we're not. In a lot of their minds, we're infidels. We drink, we smoke, we watch porn. We're just assholes.
Okay. So. What about that soldier who took it upon himself to kill as many "towelheads" as he could? Do you chalk it up to PTSD or do you chalk it up to tyrannacism or do you chalk it up to jingoism or do you chalk it up to the Hero Complex?
Hero?! Hero?!
No.
This jacked-up individual set the Process back five years. Maybe they didn't trust us; I wouldn't either. But this stupid crazy motherfucker took it upon himself to murder women and children in a non-combative sitcheeashon. First off? My heart is heavy for every villager who lives "over there". Second, I want this dude dead. I'm sorry. Capital punishment seems acceptable. It HAS to be done. It has to be done for a myriad of reasons. The guy's gotta go. I am truly sorry. To him, his family, the U.S. of A, and, most important, the survivors of the families he tore apart.
Good job, soldier.
Well done.
(Fucking jack-ass.)
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In more soothing news, the weather is...krazee.
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Trouble ahead. Trouble behind.
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Casey Jones? I've just lost my motherfucking mind. Kapoot. Kapoot!
Kapoot.
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Learn how to love and forget how to hate. (Thanks, Ozzie.) That is for the crazy soldier who fucked up multiple fam-damblies in the Middle East and also fucked the U.S.'s tattered Integrity. Thanks for that, soldier. The line is: "Next time you see a soldier, shake his or her hand." I agree with all of that. The next time I see him, though? Does a head-butt count as an accessory?
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3 comments:

aleximac said...

Hey Adam! Good to see you writing again. Gotta say I wish the glass was half-full vs half-empty, but it is what it is. As Eckhart Tolle said during a rather loooong monologue, (and I paraphrase): the Self wants to build its sense of itself, even when we identify with guilt and sorrow and contraction. Imagine a Self that thrives on the good it sees. That is all.

Anonymous said...

good to see you back.

Adamity73 said...

I"ve got more to write, Aleximac. Much more to write. I just hope that I can remember my password. As for Tolle? I think he is a genius, but I also believe that he is tough to understand, to stay with, to believe in. /Reading back/ Yeah...I guess I agree. It's self-preservation for the Self to see itself in its Sense. To not do so would be a shoguuuun into Depths. And, seriously? Who the hell wants to visit the Depths?

Anon: Good to be back. Who the fuck are ye? (State your name for the record.)