pt. 3 Radio Broadcast System.
WHEN, did the mores all get together and finally decide that one person thinking for everybody would do more harm than good? And when did the latest vogue become the all important tripping on your own shoestrings contest? Hey, i got a idea! Let's make a contest, where everybody in the WORLD, barfs on themselves, literarily of course, not literally, but the one who gets the most barf ON them, in the most various colors and sizes of chunks, and different viscositys of bile, gets their essay published in the new Yorker magazine and laureates from the chosen genres all get together and disgust all the various barf papers submitted into the contest.
And While other variables may still yet apply, such as well, maybe the means and the trajectory of the substance DURING the barfing, aren't quite as important as the barf itself but, I'm sure the distance the barf goes, or, WOULD go, if it were projected onto someone else, in any sort of pleasant and receivable manner, MAY, be deemed fit for fermentation and digestion, by any and all of said management, there's a good lad, now go and eat yer barf like a good lad, come on now, There ya go. And we'll have a nice doggie treat for ya, when ya get out of the pound, just don't go a thinkin for your SELF now darling, thats what landed ya in the pound in the FIRST place! Oh, and dont forget to be mad at everything you see for at least nine hundred years after your first revisit to whatever said incarcerational institution you called the dog pound. Because, if you're not mad at everything you see, you're not paying attention and you're not a man either so, just fly right off the handle at EVERYTHING YOU ENCOUNTER. And before long, you can be RIGHT BACK HERE WHERE YOU BELONG, in the comfortable living space we've so graciously provided FOR you, this eight by ten foot snot walled, with psychotic roommates of every single stripe and color, serving you shit flavored EVERYTHING! Because this is where your mind is anyway, even when you're on the outs, and even though the bars in your mind may not be made of steel and quite immovable, the bars of your relationships will still hold you in contempt of succeeding in anything you could have ever hoped to achieve because you NEVER EVER EVER really got out of your own head enough to see that everything you could ever want, is only one conversation away from being reality. So if, on the off chance that you consider writing or, actually capturing one or more of those racing thoughts you keep telling your doctor about, maybe think about it before you blurt it out, err, scuse me, WRITE IT DOWN?
It'll probably end up being completely meaningless because its just an impulse. Its not a Lamborghini! It's not a diamond, it's not a mansion with a four car garage, and it's not a twinkle on a cute ass either.
Its actual, self, appreciation. Think about it some time, and you might want to think about letting others appreciate THEM selves also, because were not going to get anywhere as a species unless we learn to appreciate ourselves, (and others) and on more than just an interpersonal level too. Now I'm not saying we should all just launch into constant intellectual battles with each other because that is something that nobody on earth is just born DOING, you have to LEARN, to think in that way.
However, you also have to learn how to moderate your own intellectualism, and what to moderate it WITH, which would probably be socializing and or something else I just don't understand yet. Hmm, I wonder, how long it would take, for me to blow a gasket, if I keep inflating my ego like this? Do you think I might just, scare someone? I dont feel like doing that really. Not really. Maybe ill write a horror slasher movie where the guy realizes how self effacing he's been being in his introspective musings that his entire exterior reality and ego structures all get together and rebel to formulate a psychosis for him to entertain himself, maybe just long enough to cancel out the negative thought that this essay distracted him from. Maybe, if he decides to, he can refer to himself in at least the fifth place, so he can still be in the winners circle, of that crazy ass contest about barfing metaphorically, excuse me, metaphorically engaging in a personal involuntary protein spill! And yes, that was one of my very favorite carlinisms, the thing about the protein spill though, is people get nervous when the chunks start flying, cos they don't want to get any ON them! Right? Well, big fat phooey to you! An ill make up whatever the hell words I want, cos its MY fuckin jaw, not yours! Fuck you! And all your neat and pleasant little euphamisms too.
I'm gonna tell you about a short conversation I heard the other day on the internet, an then I'm gonna ask you things about it. Now for context it sounded like two guys having a lovers spat about which team was better of the cowboys and the saints. An I heard one of them say a really nasty thing about the other guys quarterback an so, I looked at my friend and said, what a dooshnozzle! That was mean what he just said! An the guy who said it, heard me say dooshnozzle, but he didnt get mad at me for saying it, I mean he was a little bit effronted by it but, it wasn't because of a name calling, it was genuinely because he didn't understand what a dooshnozzle was, and I know this because, get this, he gets all snobby an huffed up, an he thinks about it for a minute, a he says, "you dont get to just, MAKE UP YOUR OWN WORDS!" Then he said "what the fuck is a dooshnozzle?!" I mean the guy was obviously a clydesdale, trying to ride a human but thats beside the point, anyhow, I mean, I swear to God, that conversation ACTUALLY TOOK PLACE last night! Now where was i going with this oh yeah I was gonna ask you questions.
So, maybe, you ask ME some questions? Eh? Audience?
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