Farfenugen
Well-Known Member
Fuck it! What else is there to say? Except that the only thing that matters is that I enjoy myself as much as I can, don't sweat the small stuff and forget about worrying when the shit comes piling down upon your head (just take a step to the side). The Blue Meanies are all around us, trying to grab a hold of our brains, impose morality and religion, shame and sin, greed and corruption from the moment we spurt from that bloody vagina to when the casket lid is shut for good. What's it all about, you ask? Hell if I know. Some say we're here to appease an idol, or to worship an all loving yet vengeful god. Others say we're here as an accidental primordial ooze. Well, aside from all that silly ape nonsense, I think we're here to have fun, to love, to have delicious messy sex, to enjoy the fruits of labour, the tastes of intoxicating substances, to look upon the vast escapes of this world and to laugh and make fun of others. To Hell with the rules, made up by silly ape civil servants, damn with religious leaders and the grand poohbahs sitting on their golden thrones, the silly ape kings with their ape crowns and the celebrity egomaniacs with silly ape causes and woes. In the end nothing of it really matters, except "did you have a good time?"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, life is tough. Right? Bullshit! Whoever said that? Sure, we all must work and strive for the almighty buck, do the laundry, wipe our asses and feed the poor. Is this a life, when we emerge out into the world filled with such ridiculousness? Poor babies. Instead of suckling at the tits of a loving mother, we should kick them out into the world with a shovel or an axe and let them fend for themselves. But I am sure this wouldn't work. Babies tend to nap a lot, so nothing would really get done and they'd start to smell. Then again, an infant in the White House might actually do some good. As well in the Vatican, but I doubt the fancy hat would fit.
I guess this is why we're always wondering when Jebus will arrive, or when the aliens will save us or the Mayan brain eaters were right and the sun will explode. We can talk the talk, but when it comes down to doing something about it, we're all too scared of what the neighbours will say. Government just governs. Servants with a god complex and an expense account. Time to toke up another yowie zowie and forget that I have a grey hair and my penis isn't as hard as it used to be. I prefer pbj's to orgasms anyway. And chocolate milk and sleeping in my own bed in my own room with my mother in the kitchen making soup. And Bugs Bunny and 80's music videos and sneaking a masturbatory peek at the Sears catalogue (the bra section).
Yeah, yeah, yeah, life is tough. Right? Bullshit! Whoever said that? Sure, we all must work and strive for the almighty buck, do the laundry, wipe our asses and feed the poor. Is this a life, when we emerge out into the world filled with such ridiculousness? Poor babies. Instead of suckling at the tits of a loving mother, we should kick them out into the world with a shovel or an axe and let them fend for themselves. But I am sure this wouldn't work. Babies tend to nap a lot, so nothing would really get done and they'd start to smell. Then again, an infant in the White House might actually do some good. As well in the Vatican, but I doubt the fancy hat would fit.
I guess this is why we're always wondering when Jebus will arrive, or when the aliens will save us or the Mayan brain eaters were right and the sun will explode. We can talk the talk, but when it comes down to doing something about it, we're all too scared of what the neighbours will say. Government just governs. Servants with a god complex and an expense account. Time to toke up another yowie zowie and forget that I have a grey hair and my penis isn't as hard as it used to be. I prefer pbj's to orgasms anyway. And chocolate milk and sleeping in my own bed in my own room with my mother in the kitchen making soup. And Bugs Bunny and 80's music videos and sneaking a masturbatory peek at the Sears catalogue (the bra section).
Let the good times roll!