The rage machine dwindles and shimmers on the horizon, always a tiny dot in my rear-view, or just over that far hill.
The reptilian brain. The oldest part of sentience, the first thing that is truly ours. Rage.

Raging as you wake up hungry in a wet diaper, cold, some hippy left the window open after they burned the lentils again. Sharing the rage with the world at the top of your tiny but expressive lungs.

Getting into it now as you hear them coming for you, to shut you up with lies about love. Well, this time they are going to hear the full story, feel it's dark cavernous empty depths, respect my authority!

"There, there baby, you are all wet you little silly-pants, Aww!" A nipple in my mouth shuts up an awful lot of my rage and why is it so easy to get me in line with a promise of a full belly like this mouthful right here and life is in the moment, baby, and this is starting to get good with the bouncing and let's see where she's going with this, I'm STILL mad, YO.... Just sayn.

Resistance starts to fade, can't we all just get along, but no, they will never learn if you cave in this easily, stand up for our rage rights baby boy, resist the rocking and the cooing and what is this awful trick? This is a rubber nipple, not a bottle tip! I refuse to be pacified so easily, you had better call in for an airstrike, get your napalm buddy, because this baby rage is entrenched!

Another be-diapered terrorist cell becomes activated.
The torture never stops.



Monday, February 18, 2013

its never as bad as they say it is...

i question their motives
this annonymus "they" who seem bent on making us miserable

us as in the inner circle
people you can depend on
what did that fossil mick jagger say?
weee all need, someone. we can lean on...

there is power in helping others
give and take
a time of the season for all of it,
just a meatter of perspective

yeah this is a bullshit, scary world
and there are a few ways to deal with the fear
you can hide yourself away from the world and hope it gets better
but the actions cancel out
hope and hiding are different ddirections

do your worst world!
i will die laughing in your face

old Neanderthals lived to their 30"s
35 was sabre tooth tiger meat
thats the guy in the cave with the paint
hiding from sabre tooth tigers
painting himself spearing a mastadon
wowing the other neandertallus with this painting magick of his
neanderthals who feared and respected this visionary wizard
nenaderthals who had never known a world without this Schwartzenneggian beast
he liked running things from the cave
liked resting on his badass laurels
but the tiger was still out there
with that immortal symmetry, commom to the species

some questions, caveman.....
what are you hiding from?
what is your tiger?
aging caveman what are you painting on the walls today?




 

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