Sunday, October 19, 2008
in separation
The social system blatantly falls short of man's need for more than a symbolic relationship with nature. Once we become a predominantly social individual only interested in the vital roles that need to be met in order to live and pay for things we most likely could do without; and forget to feed the inside that relies on the simple and meaningful things, we become plastic and easily seen through as to our social intentions. This is child-like behavior in a sense that if, like a child, we are only interested in ourselves, our progressions, and our social standing, we are seen as for what we have become: see through, boring, predictable, and sad. The social world is a facade that cares not for anything because it was created long ago by wealthy shit-kickers who stood high atop the totem of hypocracy and shameful acts upon those with less money than them. There can be nothing more sad than that and yet here we are in separation.
the twinkie
There is nothing in the world more gratifying than the twinkie. The twinkie has within its structure a most fascinating and titalating combination of fluffy moise cake, and a cream filled center that has within it a little piece of Heaven. My journey to the twinkie was a long and arduous one that had many ups and many downs. You see, when I was a boy having to ride by bike to school each day, I felt it necessary to stop off at the 7-11 after breakfast and on the way to school. There I would partake in videao games like Donkey Kong and Ms. Pacman while engulfing two or three maple bars and a 32 oz pepsi or coke. My parents are still wondering why I was such an expensive child. Hey, it costs money to be a master of the underworld. Needless to say, lunchtime was the right time for all of us. Yes, I was not alone in my world.
Lunchtime was a representation of wealth in the community. The kids who brought their lunches could be measured by the amount of goodies they had in their possession. The more goodies; symbolic of mom's love and devotion, the more trading. Here we have the Capitalist system functioning on the street level (barter). Is this interesting or what? lol, probably not...
Lunchtime was a representation of wealth in the community. The kids who brought their lunches could be measured by the amount of goodies they had in their possession. The more goodies; symbolic of mom's love and devotion, the more trading. Here we have the Capitalist system functioning on the street level (barter). Is this interesting or what? lol, probably not...
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