jeebus13
Bluelighter
January 14, 2001 and the grim reality of the new year gleams in my mind's eye. My brain surges with a new realization: God gave us fire so that we could burn our effigies to the very paradise we robbed each other of so very long ago, somewhere between our sullen misconceptions and the violence of our pretty godless visions of what really is. You see, the modern predicament isn't so much "where do we go now," it's how do we get back into our innocent cribs and racecar beds we so cherished in the ignorance of childhood. Truthfully, we just want to be taken care of one last time... have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with the crusts cut off fed to us by our newly designed automated intelligence machines. But what we don't realize, refuse to accept, is that the cool steel of our inventions is a poor substitute for the warm embrace of a family we have grown to resent and despise. It's really despicable of us to fancy ourselves the dreamers and not the dream. We percolate our legal opiates and choke them down without thought to consequence or responsibility. No, we ignore our tailor-made, self-imposed prisons and scapegoat our fears as neurosis so that no one has to reallly blame themselves for the current state of things. Ignorance. Ultimate self-control. Competition with time itself. Pure patricide- this is what we distract ourselves with instead of simply accepting that we're both the fucked and the fuckers. We chose our path and now we want to deny that we had anything to do with the darkened atavism that pervades daily existence. We blame our parents, art, human nature, and anything else we possibly CAN blame except our own mindlessness. I say Fuck it. We've dicked around long enough, man. Let's start eating our own tail and join the rest of the natural universe- it'll all be over soon.
