Dog Poet Transmitting…….<\/span> \u2018May your noses always be cold and wet\u2019<\/p>\n Well, we\u2019re back in the doldrums of the false Sea of Tranquility, near the Whores Latitudes and the boats are being pulled by whores, who spend their time dreaming about less arduous employment in the alleys near the dumpsters, where they used to ply their trade. Occasionally they are roused from their reverie by a cry of, \u201cPut yer backs into it ye scum, or yer\u2019ll feel the lash!\u201d In former times they got paid extra for the lash bit. They\u2019re already familiar with putting their backs and their fronts into it, behind the emotionless and routine thrusts upward, moving in the opposite direction of the heart\u2019s desire and making a mockery of passion due to the lack of it. Sure, some of them like the work but they\u2019re either new or think they\u2019re in love.<\/p>\n You know these whores. They are the ordinary workers in the foundries of Purgatory, who do the bidding of their betters, who are also whores and also feel the lash but mostly they get that super-heated breath on the backs of their necks, which for some reason turns immediately into a cold chill at the nape. \u2018Whores to the right of me, whores to the left of me, into the bordellos of Babylon marched the countless and forgotten\u2019.<\/p>\n The stock market went up and down and up and down like the whores and they have led us to another respite of false industrials without industry, save for the manipulated numbers of Goldman Sachs. Engineered riots went off in the UK and then they faded away for another day. Were they manipulated? It\u2019s never all of one or none of the other. It\u2019s complicated; like my supposedly being a member of the illuminati because I\u2019ve got some kind of identifiable symbols on my blogs. I can\u2019t find them but maybe I\u2019m not supposed to see them. I can\u2019t find my decoder ring either and I\u2019m all out of secret handshakes. I know if I were a real mover and shaker, I\u2019d have something to move and shake but all I\u2019ve got is my ass and some natural rhythm. I\u2019ll tell you this, if I\u2019m deep cover then it\u2019s got to be plenty deep, like a certain other substance that I see too much of these days.<\/p>\n Whores are whores because they are wide open to the wounded armies of the world for the coin of the realm, losing the gold within and making counterfeit with everything else. Dumb whores are the ones with all the answers based on zero research and the capacity to swallow anything they are told, which may be how you become a whore in the first place. You can\u2019t reason with the unreasonable and I don\u2019t try. There are some numbers of people who are out to change the world that generally sidestep the absolute necessity of changing themselves first. They know right and wrong when they see it and their next step is always to enforce it. Social reformers are the greatest mass murders on the planet and it\u2019s either gold or some twisted religious perspective that\u2019s behind it; let\u2019s not forget the drive to self importance while we are at it.<\/p>\n Whores generally need as much cosmetics as a Kabuki dancer and that is because the inner beauty took off with the inner gold and now they are bankrupt in every way that counts and pissed off without knowing why and that accounts for all the poisoned fucks they dispense so that old and out of shape white men can get laid too. It\u2019s a cosmic dynamic that when you\u2019ve squandered everything that would have made you attractive at any age to any age that you have to pay for dissatisfying moments of personal embarrassment, just as you have to pay for everything else and that\u2019s why there\u2019s so much focus on money and position. For some reason, the position isn\u2019t all that important because they keep getting nailed for their indiscretions, mostly because they go around trumpeting that kind of thing as an indiscretion, when it\u2019s nothing more than human weakness in search of something lasting that they didn\u2019t have the time or integrity to perpetuate for long enough for it to appear.<\/p>\n You\u2019ve got whores with calculating machines, where the numbers run in the places where their eyes used to be and you\u2019ve got whores with guns who kill for the Hell Bitch of patriotism or under the directive of an old white guy in the sky, with bilious attitude, who is probably sitting on a hemorrhoid pillow and who lets you know in no uncertain words that sex is a sin but that murder is a blessed calling. I don\u2019t know about this particular version of God. He didn\u2019t look like that when I met him and he didn\u2019t act like that either. I suppose there\u2019s a tailor-made god for all of us, who is designed to meet the requirements of our demands upon he, she or it. You\u2019ve got whores with scepters and whores with swagger sticks and they can often be reformed whores who forgot what they used to be and now they\u2019ve raised self righteousness to an art form. There are all kinds of whores but only one kind of client who slips in and out of the bodies of the ones performing.<\/p>\n It must be early morning now and the whores have gone to bed. Hmmm… that doesn\u2019t sound right. It must be earlier morning now and the whores have retired for the night to sleep in their coffins, until that disinfecting sun has gone over the yardarm; \u201cI said, put your backs into it bitches or you\u2019ll wish you had!\u201d So, maybe they are sleeping and maybe they are not. They\u2019re dreaming in any case and so it\u2019s all quiet for a little while again. Maybe it will just go on and on. I\u2019ve been told that I\u2019m dreaming when I say that our tormentors are going to get theirs soon enough. I\u2019m told they\u2019re too powerful and won\u2019t be moved and that it\u2019s just a fantasy. We\u2019ll see.<\/p>\n I\u2019m surrounded by whores in degrees of perversity. Some of them are fine upstanding whores who toe the legal and corporate line. They raise their kids to be virtuous whores, who only engage in the horizontal hula with approved suitors. They want to keep that whore breeding line intact. I\u2019ve been told there\u2019s no way to avoid participation in the world\u2019s oldest profession but that always comes from people who\u2019ve been compromised and can\u2019t stand the idea that someone might get around it and give it away for free.<\/p>\n I suppose there\u2019s nothing wrong with being a whore if you\u2019re okay with it. The world is full of powerful and famous whores who live high above the sidewalks where the common whores are employed. They travel anywhere and they are seen everywhere, whoring it up, whoring it up to beat the band and then they do the band too. They got all that jingly whore accoutrements on their wrists and fingers. They got expensive whore suits, so you can tell which whore made it and they got whore unguents and whore perfumes that send out the signals for the pheromone patrol. They got whore handbags, made by foreign whores, so that they can carry around the tools of their trade for when they need them and they\u2019ve got the whores bath for when they\u2019re in a hurry and the next client is waiting. Now they\u2019ve even got tan spray artist whores who can make a whore too busy to get to the beach look like they just came back from one.<\/p>\n People would be a lot better off if they studied whore composition and understood the components of the practice. Closer inquiry would reveal what is present and what is missing and that would clarify the question of value given for value received. It mostly comes down to what you have and don\u2019t have that defines what you are. Not having something says something and having something says something too. In some cases you\u2019re going to have to do without all that exciting whore attention and in the other case you\u2019ll be getting all you can handle, depending on your shelf life and your due date. The reason they call the whores that can\u2019t work anymore, \u201cdried up old whores\u201d is because they burn better at that consistency. I can\u2019t believe I said that but I\u2019m going with the flow.<\/p>\n Of course, someone\u2019s going to come along and tell me I have no right to disparage whores and they\u2019re going to let me know that some random act of fortune put them in Tess of the d’urbervilles-land and that it was probably faithless lovers that made them the character in Of Human Bondage. They\u2019ll tell me that we\u2019re all where we are as a result of cruel and incomprehensive fate but my thinking is that we walked to wherever under our own power and that there\u2019s more to the story than the details of any particular life. Of course, this is something I know and won\u2019t bother to explain because you either know this too or you got some other explanation for it that fits in with how you like to have your version of things operate, up to the point where your version of things encounters reality but obviously we\u2019re not there yet (grin).<\/p>\n If I\u2019ve been too hard on the whores today I could say they probably prefer that to your not being capable of performing in the acts you are paying them to do. I\u2019ll add that pimps are simply \u2018whores in waiting\u2019, as are the customers they are engaging, lest you think I wasn\u2019t in consideration of the whole area of engagement. They switch off every time they go in and out of the wardrobe department, the same way all those committing any offense against another are already in waiting for a taste of the same when the time comes around for it. The high and mighty are only a few short steps from the low and powerless, though that all has to do with how you measure time. Some of us getting that wider angle lens the further back we step out of the field of play. We remain in these areas of contact and activity for as long as we feel we have good reason to and some of us have been at it for a long, long time.<\/p>\n As I said… things are quiet at the moment and those behind conditions and events and… that which is really behind everything, no matter what the players and performers think, have got their reasons for this. One isn\u2019t aware of the other and the other is aware of everything. I\u2019ll leave it to you to sort out the meaning of this, as it suits what you want to believe. Quiet is a temporary affair and so is most everything else because the only dependable constant is change. Change is upon us and will appear in its own sweet time, once it\u2019s given all the whores, pimps and customers time to conduct their business and take their curtain calls as well, unless that moment turns out to be the curtain call.<\/p>\n End Transmission…….<\/p>\n
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