Artists are like thieves in the night...

they struggle to find a truth to put in the wall. paying off the debt of ignorance. all the things we forgot. the artists go out to find it and bring it back.

can we get that truth out of it, put all of the pieces together and say "ah hah! this is what it means!" Then everyone is relieved, because the pressure is off. but the pressure is on, because the evil dick whiplash wants to open the back of the book and see how it turns out. so even if it had a meaning it would be for naught. or so you are taught to think.

the way to win is honest efficiency. no lies. if it works do it. if not don't. trust is important. but stop the lie. not the fairy tale, the lie.

ouch.


it is theirs forever..















god is chaising them.

2 not 2

It is all about sex. Even back down the evolutionary chain. If you were to succeed, biologically speaking, you needed to have sex. If not, then your gene pool died. The way to show wealth was to have many wives (read: sperm receptacles). Most animals that live in a group have a single male that gets to fuck. Anyone who doesn't get to fuck, is an evolutionary aberration. They become deviants. They want to fuck, but they didn't win (or figure out) the game. So they hump each other's leg.

Only the winners get to fuck. And how did ancient societies allocate this? through wealth. You had to "afford" the right to fuck. But the "untouchables"? Them, they don't get to fuck (at least not very often).

But the bush white house is another story. they think they are better because the self chose that they don't want to sit around and fuck all the time. they think their head feels lighter because they are detoxing from sex. but they are not. they are just getting ungrounded and light headed. god loves them as they sniff exhaust fumes. sex schmex.

but some go funny. they wrap around you leg, and it is embarrassing to shake them off. and you wonder about clean up, even though that has never happened. but now it has.

Drama Club

Is it just me, or does anyone else think that the republicans are sticking knives in each other’s backs because the cartel is cracking. I mean, what if Fordam is saying all that stuff about Hastert just to stick a knife in his back. Fordam was forced out of the inner circle of thugs, and so he says “Fuck it” and plants one in Hastert’s back. Hastert may have been telling the truth, but he was caught flatfooted. Before, Hastert had a chance of survival, now he is DOA. Everyone dies. This is political Shakespeare at its best.

This sinking boat is going to have a bunch of fighting and back-stabbing over the next few days. If we are lucky, this political infighting will spill over to the white house, and ripple all the way down the fascist wavelength til it does the San Andres. It will be known in the history books as “The Rupture.” A beauty to behold.

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Another Thought. If we thought about poitics as theater to amusedly watch and be intertained by, it would help us teach literature in the schools. I mean the kids would get it. "This going on in Washington is just greedy theater. Kids always see it, they just don't have the words to express it, and they don't know what it is they are trying to express. But in this model, they would say "Oh, theater is about real life." Because real life is theater. They, the kids will get it, because theater is language of life. Metaphors help us see through the fog, and when kids see that it is just a metaphore, they will understand what a metaphor is from the first person. The next leap is that everything is tied together, connected. Literature, daily life, government/greedy dramas -- they are all connected. So kids learn how to use literature becomes meaningful to making lifes' decisions, and at that point you are free to choose your life. For yourself.

Maybe then, democracy will have a chance.