I was sitting around the other day, going to relieve myself, and, as everybody knows, the greatest revelations occur when you're on the toilet and the only thing around to scribble them down is your girl's broken mascara pencil and the last kleenex in the box, since you never checked for toilet paper, so you're either gunna wipe your ass with the most important discovery in human history or write it down and not wipe your ass and when you finally receive your doctorate everybody's going to refer to you as Dr. Sid Skidmarks. The revelation was this:
People are ****ed up. I don't know why, I can't tell you what causes it, but every single person in the world, down to all the people who consider themselves "normal", are royally ****ed up. Either you're some socially stunted reject, brain dead lingo using brain washed turd, or some sort of man who wears a straight jacket. I was thinking, "Jesus H. Christ, man, this world is worse than you always thought it was." And you know what? It turns out I was right.
Only man can build an empire founded around killing people for pieces of paper and chunks of metal with numbers and faces printed on them or over lines on a map, only man can be so petty and have such violent fits of ego that he needs to place his wants and desires over those of others just so he can pass down some ativisticly violent tendencies to his children and their children and their children's children. Only he can be so ****ed up that on the one hand you have sweet, naive innocence, always ready to keep their chin up and turn the other cheek, and on the other hand you have bitter, hateful people, always ready to cold cock you.
No other animal displays this behaviour. No other living thing that we know of acts like this. Everything acts within a set of boundaries and rules dictated by emotion and instinct and natural abilities, but we attempt to defy that because we like to think that we're special in some way, above everything else, and that leads to violent, chaotic, suicidal tendencies. We are not mammals, we are not animals, we aren't even a virus. We are weapons against ourselves let run rampant by a God that has long stopped caring about some failed expiriment that long ago perverted every reason why He birthed the creation.
Everybody's always said I was pretty ****ed up, and as much as it would reassure them to know that they're right, this is sadly not the case. I am the only one with enough balls to open my eyes and stop being blinded by petty whims and self-affirming actions brought on by some narcissistic masturbatory tendencies. I am the only one who sees this pile of cess and filth for exactly what it is (or rather, exactly what we made it be.)
The moral of this goddam story is this:
Happiness does not exist within the realm of human comprehension, hope is a lucid dream that you will always find yourself waking from, and God is an atheist.
[This message has been edited by Bad.Mojo (edited 04-15-2000).]
People are ****ed up. I don't know why, I can't tell you what causes it, but every single person in the world, down to all the people who consider themselves "normal", are royally ****ed up. Either you're some socially stunted reject, brain dead lingo using brain washed turd, or some sort of man who wears a straight jacket. I was thinking, "Jesus H. Christ, man, this world is worse than you always thought it was." And you know what? It turns out I was right.
Only man can build an empire founded around killing people for pieces of paper and chunks of metal with numbers and faces printed on them or over lines on a map, only man can be so petty and have such violent fits of ego that he needs to place his wants and desires over those of others just so he can pass down some ativisticly violent tendencies to his children and their children and their children's children. Only he can be so ****ed up that on the one hand you have sweet, naive innocence, always ready to keep their chin up and turn the other cheek, and on the other hand you have bitter, hateful people, always ready to cold cock you.
No other animal displays this behaviour. No other living thing that we know of acts like this. Everything acts within a set of boundaries and rules dictated by emotion and instinct and natural abilities, but we attempt to defy that because we like to think that we're special in some way, above everything else, and that leads to violent, chaotic, suicidal tendencies. We are not mammals, we are not animals, we aren't even a virus. We are weapons against ourselves let run rampant by a God that has long stopped caring about some failed expiriment that long ago perverted every reason why He birthed the creation.
Everybody's always said I was pretty ****ed up, and as much as it would reassure them to know that they're right, this is sadly not the case. I am the only one with enough balls to open my eyes and stop being blinded by petty whims and self-affirming actions brought on by some narcissistic masturbatory tendencies. I am the only one who sees this pile of cess and filth for exactly what it is (or rather, exactly what we made it be.)
The moral of this goddam story is this:
Happiness does not exist within the realm of human comprehension, hope is a lucid dream that you will always find yourself waking from, and God is an atheist.
[This message has been edited by Bad.Mojo (edited 04-15-2000).]
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