D.B.Tarpley's Amazing Ass Blog-2/30/38
Greetings and salutations people and peoplettes. This is a blog. A blllllggggg. Does it therefore need to be written in appropriate essay format with a central driving point supported by the necessary logical support throughout to end with a reaffirmation of said point in a presumptive state of victory… sometimes known as the state of Tennessee? Not necessarily hashbrowns. Sometimes crabs grow on crabtrees and can be picked when the season is appropriate. I once knew an Adeline Crabtree who most certainly had crabs. She gave them to her dog, a brown Schnauzer by the name of Kuli. He gave them to her Dad. In the deepest jungles of Central America resides a tribe of people known as ‘The Rouhinni.’ They spend their days barely clothed, swinging on porch swings and singing top forty radio from 25 years ago as they sip Bartles and Jaymes wine coolers long into the night. The plane which crashed was loaded down, Lionel Ritchie in the cassette deck. Were there ceilings to be danced on they would most assuredly do so… it is their most sacred hymn – direct from heaven. Having something to believe in must be nice. Sometimes a thing is really just an amalgamation of several other tiny things. And then sometimes these tiny things become something much greater than themselves once presented collectively. Like 1+3+4+2=11. Still you bite. The thought that you can simply string together a bunch of random hodgepodge and come out the other side with something worthwhile… something admirable, is simply an insane notion. But people try to make it happen. They still think they can get something from nothing. Has Billy Preston taught us nothing? Or something? Ladies and gentlemen… boys and girl… frogs and peacocks of all ages… I want to live in a world where we can eat bacon, eggs and crisp buttered English Muffins for breakfast, lunch, and supper. There or New Zealand. I haven’t made up my mind yet. New Zealand seems like a very remote place. A place for loners. A place where a man can find a nice mountaintop to occupy with a couple of goats and a handful of cheese. Such a place would be nice. Such a place. Such a time. Such a place and time. There is no reason no way no day that would endorse the use of words such as these. The reason is ever present. It is not in code, it is plain as day, ready to explode in your face. You don’t have to understand me to read me, and if you do understand me then please tell me because I am dying to understand myself. Understanding of self should be the primary goal of all penis owning humans. Not only them but all vagina owning humans as well. There was no need to separate the genders in this discussion but Bitter, battered, useless shell. That is all I am and all I will ever be. Speak for yourself. If you want to share your pain I am here. If you want to share the pain of another to make yourself look like less of a monster then please keep that to yourself. I have enough pain of my own to deal with… Real pain. Solid pain. Intractable pain. That is just the way it is when you call yourself a human being. You can try to prepare the young for it but no words can relate the world of hurt waiting them all down the road. Sure there are good moments. But usually those only serve to amplify the sadness when it grows up around your ankles like some nefarious, sentient root structure intent on doing you harm. Fucking weeds. How do I begin one day feeling like the king of the world only to end it as Atlas, several continents perched on my shoulder? Or begin it as a shit stain on the murky bvd’s of a white trash bachelor, and end it singing His praises with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir? I’ve never even been to Utah. If I could give the world the moon I would, if only to see both crack and crumble from the gravitational havoc it would create. Rainbows are pretty. I bat my lashes at the nearest star. And the colored girls sing, “do-dodo-dodo-dododido-do-dodo-dodo-dododido.” Colored girls? Doesn’t that imply that a person’s color has been changed as in, ‘My, aren’t you looking chartreuse today.” “Why thank you, I was just colored.” (Effective subject tie in.) Until next time, keep reading and “do-dodo-dodo-“ Shut up colored girls. Have an amazing ass day.
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