Dog Poet Transmitting\u2026\u2026.<\/p>\n
This is a blank page, or, it was a blank page. I could say anything here and someone will read it. Maybe I can make an anaconda come out of your bacon and eggs and eat your breakfast in front of you, while your children watch and maybe one of them says, \u201cShouldn\u2019t that be on TV\u201d? \u2026and maybe I can\u2019t. We\u2019ll see. I don\u2019t eat bacon and rarely any kind of eggs but I might know an anaconda or two.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know who I am and- I never have- or I forgot. Whatever the case, I don\u2019t know. Could be reincarnation is a fact. I believe it is. If so, then I also don\u2019t know who I was before the last time, most of the time. Sometimes I do remember and I think that has something to do with whatever I have been looking for, for such a long time and I think for anyone that is how you come to define yourself or simply allow yourself to be defined; in one case or another. That\u2019s the empty suit phenomenon and the vehicle of psychopaths, which are the cutting edge; Wharton School graduates of recent times and\u2026 other places and other suits.<\/p>\n
The hardest thing in this world is to not be an asshole. Like the empty suit, it is more than it seems. One thing you can be sure of, if you are an asshole you will act it out. It comes with the persona. Probably the most pathetic thing in the world is the unclaimed asshole, trembling in a suspended state, no face attached- you get to use your imagination on that one- and it\u2019s just there, wanting to be owned by anyone\u2026 someone. Go ahead, write your name on that ass with a felt tip marker, so that it says, \u201cProperty of\u201d \u2026.who the fuck knows?<\/p>\n
What is it with a person that allows them to think that there is some ambition or profit or desire that is important enough for them to murder their own being in public view, or out of public view? It works either way, anyway.<\/p>\n
I understand the arguments about whether there is or is not a god. Let\u2019s put that aside for the moment. Let\u2019s talk about logic and also about how you feel. What do you want? Even though I do not know Jack Shit, I am aware of him and he is not a friend of mine. It could be that he does not exist.<\/p>\n
Somehow, somewhere, someone lost the point. Or; maybe this and maybe that, I don\u2019t live on maybe and Hope is a lot like meringue.<\/p>\n
They are about to shuffle the cards again. They? Them? Him? Her? It? Be my guest; like I said, let\u2019s put that aside for the moment. What is it that you think you want? What do you trade off for something else? If it keeps going upscale then I guess there is no problem but\u2026 if you are trading off something that you already owned, in order to no longer own what was yours in the first place and you think that is a good deal then maybe you live on Maybe Street.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m looking at a culture where the Jumping Jesus Girl got to be the prom queen and married the quarterback and just said to herself, \u201cYou know what? I don\u2019t like Cherry Hill anymore. I think I\u2019ll go over to Camden and see if anyone wants to turn me into a crack whore. I will still have a family but I realize I am too stupid to pay attention to what\u2019s happening around me. I based my life on superficial shit so\u2026 uh, shouldn\u2019t I be a superficial slut and have all the things that adored and propped me up force themselves back into the canal through which I produce the continuing dream of my own replicants and be left totally unsatisfied in the bargain?\u201d<\/p>\n
Well, there you are and this isn\u2019t a blank page anymore.<\/p>\n
As it ever was, most of the world is struggling to get or to hold on to their little piece of what\u2019s important while being compelled to trade off what is important, for the security of appearing to be, because a handful of not so empty suits did an HIV tag marker thing on the thing that made you lose it for something else, that wasn\u2019t worth shit. Ask Jack. He knows<\/p>\n