introspective periscope : peeking inside since Y2K ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- hymn of the solitary practitioner 01:12:46 - 2000-10-26 OKAY. So there is this girl who has been irritating me left and right up and down and day and night lately. I think I just can't take it anymore. What is it these days with people in general? The people I have claimed to respect are letting me down....aren't there any mentors left for me?! Where are the inherent good? And the inherent evil? Those folks standing outside of Leonard with your big egos and your need to belong are really starting to get to me....how can we claim to be so accepting and force others to accept us when we're yelling obscenities at the Oak Grove Preacher and commenting on ass pants? Isn't it time for a change? So, to all of the folks with their propoganda and to that girl with her faulty sense of feminism, here is some free verse of the evening; here is your morning wake up call. Hymn to the Solitary Practitioner it was supposed to be something malicious, it was supposed to be something hateful and mean and everything i felt at once, but instead, it came out all rhyme scheme and smooth, like butter, like faithless, like rolo candies. it went something like its regurgitation, its misinterpreted vomitous information, its masturbation... no wait...thats what nacho said it was, and it wasn't that at all. thats just an -ation she came up to rhyme with double agent. it was just you spewing forth all this garbage, all this nonsense about banning books and faking forewards and it was you slipping out of something less comfortable, and stuffing your black bra in your bag while the rest of us looked on. but this was supposed to be mean and malicious, angry and fed up with the bullshit. when it comes down to it, you don't know the first thing about feminism. i never claimed to be compassionate, so I can throw it on the table in front of you, i can make you eat your words, but you'll just spit them up later for someone else who hasn't heard your most recent pamphlet propaganda or your cause of the week and you are not a feminist, you are just a hypocrite. so go dancing beneath the autumn leaves and sing about your drop ceiling bondage and your goth boyfriend and your halloween feasts in the woods. i've got my causes and i never claimed to be compassionate, so I'll sing my own mantra. the difference is this: mine won't change from day to day, mine will have the consistancy you will always lack.... do you have an original bone in your body? I think he's posed a valid question, but then, M is always good for the good humor and the kernal of reason... props to Uncle M.... yeah, so take your fucking banned book feminist puke and take it back..... we don't want your jargon around these parts; take your misconstrued misconceptions and go choke it up in someone else's lap... we've got enough hairballs of our own to clean up and I'm not talkin' the lost book from Stapleton, I'm not talkin' their 1990s jargon or the christian right.... I'm talkin' life. And this girl's life is more than banning books and forcing acceptance... cuz forcing them'll get you nowhere fast... and I've got everywhere to go... and I'm starting out now. I'll see you when you're done at the library. Ack. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- .what came before. - .what happened next. a diamond at the bottom of the drain - 20 october 2017 |
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