Wigmen. Sorta like a wingman but with the additional task to put
and switch wigs on you according to the kind of
man/woman/velociraptor you are trying to woo and the subject of
conversation currently at hand. I already sold the idea to a
japanese TV station in exchange for a hard copy of 'sumotori nuru
"Damn, I fucked up !" (God, maybe).
Extrapolating on the previous quote "quote" unquote : "What I
wanted originally was to express how I was feeling what I was, the
world was for me a way to materialize the immediate intuition of my
own existence ; how self-contained, harmonious and evident
everything is in this psyche of mine, while retaining the primary
quality of growth, of positive change that I felt rooted deeply.
You'd think that stability and mobility -in things- are
antagonistic and they sure do look that way, until you comprehend
they are an artificial opposition resulting from those limited
senses I gave you, sorry about that, by the way, in a million years
or so, it will get better.. If you take a look at the atomic
structure of the world, then you are bound to understand that
everything changes while staying the same. How is this possible ?
No clue, my man ! No clue. [...] Still, I thought that the natural,
which is to say 'default' equilibrium between all beings, alive or
not, was readily apparent to any clumsy ass monkey motherfucker,
but I guess I was wrong, or underestimated survival instinct, the
fact it would keep sprinting like Usain Bolt on meth decades,
centuries, millenium perhaps after having been rendered mostly
useless by new ways of living, what you call 'technology', because
it is man-made, (off hand: as if anything man-made was somehow
outside and above nature ! ). I have a strict policy of
non-intervention, because I believe art should be unhindered to
reach its full potential, but I fear for what I created, for the
seeping void to be called in by babbling ignorants in labcoats and
suits -ties are fucking awesome by the way, I wear one every 'day',
this one got reindeers on it, see ?- and ultimately I fear for my
own demise to be brought to me by bipedal wasted opportunities,
because I thought this universe, and as far as I am concerned, its
sink or swim. I don't suppose necessary to tell you below deck's
How we should have an international game show about people of
different countries competing in eating contests, with the winner
choosing a patch of land a 100 square miles to nuke into oblivion.
The ratings would be insane. The sales of iGeiger too.
Thats marketing for you people, take something that already exists,
make it thinner, make it easy to use, make it youthful, make it
fuckable, sell it overpriced in repugnant barren absurdly white
designish streamlined stores. Wait for people who wear simpsons
shirts ironically to fester on it, above it, under it, near it, in
front of it, that's it: YOU WON THE GAME OF LIFE.
That one conference from David Foster Wallace
(you can skip to the middle).
Bush junior was elected. He was elected. Damn. What the fuck.
Hitler too was elected, but let's be honest, he was one sexy little
psychopathic minx, with that dang cute mustach clearly asking for
Unlike the uncharismatic oister, the most frighteningly accurate
depiction of a really dumb baboon prancing around in a suit to ever
disgrace the surface of the multiverse by its sheer, shameful,
degrading, yuck yuck existence.
How hippies, gypsies, children, old people and animals mauled on
the side of the road, (still faintly twitching from nerve induced
mindfuckery) make me feel better about the slow burgeoning of a
life of failure, bitterness, grudgingly conceded affections, missed
opportunities, already wrinkled young regrets, deepened
misunderstandings, obstructed communication channels, things done
from fear, things done from anger, too few for love or the sake of
human decency, too few for the priceless, the timeless, too few for
what matters in the end (that's coming) and generally uncool
lazyness, aimlessness, sloppyness, neckbeardness, masturbation in
kleenexness, plus a fairly deliberate lack of swag.
Perception of ourselves and other people. How most of the
importance we think we have we give ourselves by being self
conscious and incurably self centered, while we are nothing more
than a blip on the radar, if even that, for the people that cross
our way. The self is a serpent noming relentlessly its own tail and
cannot take in the notion of alter ego as it should, which is to
say that we don't truly comprehend the concept of "other people"
and are stuck in a loop of unvoluntary solipsism.