revelations

REVELATIONS+++++++++ REVELATIONS+++++++++++++ REVELATIONS++++++++++
Since the beginnings of photography we have been conceptualized, marketed, leased, used, and profited from. The human image has been bought and sold in so many ways that it would take thousands upon thousands of pages in continuum to write it all down and we just cannot afford the cost of such a cumbersome project; let alone conceptualize it without wanting to fall upon a long, sharp blade of some sort, preferrably a samurai sword with edges that cut ribbons from kleenex tissues in flight. Once Fatty and Charlie came along we found a whole new way to profit from images and the people that make them up.
Cinema and advertising came like a couple hand in hand. The propaganda machine was at its infancy which made for a competitive and spirited job market which allowed the stock market to flourish and make money for a great number of people; advertisers included. I would love to continue and get to the point later, but I don't feel like it. So, I will get to the main point.
We the people have been cheated and swindled out of valuable time and money. The game of golf has profited off the human image for far too long. Instructional methodologies have fucked the whole thing up and most golfers will never see improvement in their games for two fucking reasons: they were not trained to improve and they do not care to improve. Why? because one must find fault in order to spend money on instruction and it takes instruction to find the fault. These days, everyone is an instructor and golfers have become accustomed to the struggle as if it were some sort of merit badge that came with weekend blowjobs. It is a circular wheel of warm shit chunks bouncing off our heads as we run run run in the wheel like a rat going nowhere. The drivers hitting it long, the putters knocking it in; it is all one freshly squeezed still hot pile of shit. Yes, I said shit! The minute we began to question ourselves through the use of images: pictures, movies, newspaper articles with pictures, newsreels, advertising; we lost our full potential for one main reason and one reason alone; we are all separate and unique filled with individual passions and flavors that tantalize our taste buds and feed our senses like woven spindles of dynamite.
There is no one way and we know this. The images we see are manufactured for profit. They are second hand news meant for the bottom of birdcages. Instruction video and all the rest of the shit is designed like crack; it leaves you needing more. People go to school to learn how to be deceitful and feel capitalistic and American as a latent function. Images are at the heart of deceitful practices not unlike the pose Abraham Lincoln sat for which took over an hour, or something along those lines.
There is the beginning of the second self and the burden of self reflection and self image through sociography- the self study process of questioning and learning while abandoning everything one thought one could be; to be replaced for the security and sanctity one was taught to believe in while giving no regard to just what it is exactly that makes one wet between the legs or harder than a baseball bat. Images are all lies for money. Play your own fucking game and pay attention to the fundamentals, the one's you can find on page one of any instructional book.
You have the grip which is soft and cuddly yet firm enough to control; the stance which is comfortable and athletic like a human, fleshy piston ready to fire abruptly and with controlled veracity; the posture which simply means to stand parallel to your target while feeling the weight of the club; and ball position which, depending on the shot, is somewhere between your feet; you figure it out. Once you have that, then all you do is be who you are mixed with who you want to be. This of course must be done in your way with your prints all over each and every document along the entire office hallway. Other than that, pull your head out of that tight ass they gave ya and play your game without the mental comparisons to falsity and witchcraft that takes so much of your valuable time. LLc 98.2