The times of the Post Modern have been obstructed of late.
Obstructed - abstracted - Absurded.
Life, in its infinite menageries, seems always intent on casting you into this one or that one, putting you here or there until your idea of self is lost in its relation to itself and has no choice but to relate to another self. This confusion of self within this self or that self strays the mind and body far into bizarre realms where demons lay in wait on brooding rocks and bows and arrows fly through the air cast away with fury by the fiery heads of their wretched slayers. Sometimes those demons fight back with swords, battle axes, and maces spiked with the tits of super models (pointy bastards). But more often then not we find ourselves growing older as the years diminish into that infinite spectrum of objectivity, and our concept of self becomes transienter and transienter - Mr. Rabbit - and at once we become this person, or that being, or that God or that Demon. And for all their V-neck Black Wire Framed Slick Backed Hair Coke Canned Blonde Jean Short Members Only Sandal Vonnegut City MFA Studio Space Condom Wearing (or Lack There Of) Alcoholic Hallucinating and otherwise Confused Rantings Contemplations Philosophizing Spitting Talking Discussing and Typing of these bizarre words onto these bizarre screens (death to all paper), we still Senators and WORLD, are lost. Lost in ourselves, our ethics, and our selves.
DESPAIR!
Or not.
Find answers where you can. Rotate your crops. Lead by example, as Senator does:
Senator
gilgamesh
4 more days and i become immortal
Post-Moderner
your reading gilgamesh?
Senator
no
im becomin immortal
Post-Moderner
you are gilgamesh?
Senator
if he is immortal then yes
he made it 6 days then fell asleep
i will make it all 7 to become immortal
Post-Moderner
you wont
Senator
you say that now
just you wait
got the sleep jitters
hallusinations
Post-Moderner
hallusinations you say
Senator
yez
halloozinasion
Post-Moderner
of what may i ask
Senator
colors
sounds
throbbing earth
dead relatives trying to straggle me
regular stuff
day 5 is wen the goods stuff beigans i hear
Post-Moderner
thats when zion appears and the devil himself comes flying down atop a black pegasus with wings of fire to whisk you off to the nether world...fortunately worcester isnt a long trek from you're humble abode
Senator
though
i swear if i see my penis blossom like a daisey while im pissing im gonna lose it
Post-Moderner
hold on for i hear that once you pass the perennial penal sprout that the immortal juice flows not far behind from the hose of heaven's alley
Senator
look up the indian guru who hasnt eatten or drunken water in 15 years
he says he sustains himself through a crack in the roof of his mouth
where the goddesses necter drips onto his tongue
The True Self is out there. Go find it.
The self is no longer merely the human self but is what I, hoping not to be misinterpreted, would call the theological self, the self directly before God. What do I know about God and the purpose of life? I know that this world exists. And for me, as a member of this Senate, it is most important to remember that a self is the last thing the world cares about and the most dangerous thing of all for a person to show signs of having. So we find the True Self - instead of "growing older as the years diminish into that infinite spectrum of objectivity, and our concept of self becomes transienter and transienter into the pocket-watch Mr. Rabbit. He should never rear his ugly head as in man creature and creator are united. Throw away the newspapers and diary's of yester year. Enter the essential realm of heaven and earth married on these hypnotizing pixels such that there can be obedience over a long period of time and in a single direction. This obedience, my fellow Senator's, is for the glory of Senate. Given that obedience, something always develops and has developed, and for this sake it is worth while to live on earth. For past generations, it was virtue, art, music dance reason and spirituality. For us, the true self is in the immoralist realm of the intarwebs. We live in a democracy, one that's had too many years to fester and to us we have a different faith; to us the democratic movement is not only a form of the decay of political organization but a form of the decay, namely the diminution of man, making him mediocre and lowering his value. Senator's we must move toward new philosophers, with masturbatory performance art gardens and transient diamond moments to be collected slowly and placed here in Senate so we are not Lost, but found. Here, at home, at the place where we were born. The Senate.
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