You never know when you should stop doing what you’re doing, if it feels good. Some day, the things you do, provided they feel good, will grab you by the balls, and rip them right off. But then, not doing what feels good only delays that. So why fight it? We’re all the walking dead. Let’s indulge ourselves.
The good part about having this basic philosophy thoroughly carved into my brain, is that it allows me to function. To elaborate, it allows me to overcome everyday nuisances like other people. Had I been one step below where I am mentally today, I would have been in an insane asylum, with the rest of mediocrity. Because that is where mediocrity thrives, and only there. Society only has room for the superior, and the inferior. Grey is an abstract, that is not allowed to exist. And rightfully so, because when someone is bat shit insane, who the fuck wants to have to deal with that on top of the every day inferiority we already have to suffer on a nearly constant basis?
I can suffer said inferiority, for very simple reasons. I am great, and everyone else sucks. Now, this may seem contradictory to my goal of enduring other people, but think about it. I may have to crawl through the bleak horrid miasma of their existance, and their relentless recital of such, but the light at the end of the bog, or around the edges if you will, is that I don’t have to suffer being them.
At first, I would long for inferiority. Hell, even the lure of a padded cell seemed tempting. Some times, knowing a lot is not knowing a lot. It is knowing too much. But, as you allow some, though not all, of certain prominent historical philosophers, to bury itself and meld with your mindset, you rise above that. And I do mean rise above it. Make no mistake, it will make you a conceited, arrogant fuck head. But at least you are not them.
At least you are you.
People who feel it’s stupid/useless/petty/fucked to demonstrate the suck factor of generalized demographics.
If you aren’t giddy with anticipation at the thought of a broad and lacerous exposé on why everyone you know blows, not only do you fall in their orally-pleasing, aurally-grating ranks, but you sir, ma’am, are a fucking hypocrite.
Let’s start small. You are an X-year old politically correct Internaut that occasionally wanders onto Jaywalking for a quick browse through the latest image gallery– looking for funny macros, sick realities, mayhaps even a most anticipated hint of underage foreign shit porn– who knows! As it goes though, you make little distinction between this site and whatever attention sink you will visit next; and that would be where you fail as a literate (by contemporary standards, at least) human. It really bothers me that someone could stumble around the place without seeing a clear message amidst the gratuitous vulgarity; to the point where I don’t deem people who miss it worthy of an explanantion– suffice to say if you oppose corrosive social dissection in favor of masterbatory entertainment, you suck.
But suppose your case is even richer: a upstanding self-righteous and moral reader. Not only do you revel in politically correct private viewing of illicit material, occidental ethics forbid you– and thus you deny everyone else the right– to make a generalized statement against your own brethen, equals as you are. Okay, did you recognize someone in that? Here’s it spelled for you: bullshit and denial.
All of you, even you, put yourselves above everyone else you see. The uglier, the poorer, the unluckier, the slower, the older, and all their complimentary opposites– you secretely despise them all. I know this because I know you, collectively; I can tell how vain you are– how proud you can be through humility and how you constantly manage to stand next to someone uglier than you. Find it in you, the hate, the loathing; those concepts are not alien inceptions into the collective psyche, they’re human traits we all share and no matter how virtuous you are, it’s in your eyes, painted upon your retinas and filtering reality. So above judging, beyond judgement. Briefly, people living in spite of yourselves, you suck.
Next time on Jerusalem Tributes, mom-sponsored rebels.
-Valkam
27
Dec
Never the less, don’t worry you fuckers, I’m still alive. I’m just too marinated in alcohol to give a flying fuck.
Maybe later. Ciao.
24
Dec
The Jerusalem Tributes.
The concept is cute and simple. Every other day I will pick a group of people and demonstrate why it is stupid. And I will be right.
Next time on Jerusalem Tributes: people who think the tributes are a stupid idea!
Fiction.
The Diem Notion of Self
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Dec
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7
Dec
I know, I know. A lot of you have bothered me incessantly on MySpace to ask me when I will update my site again, with pictures since none of you can fucking read apparently.
I will respond to one Myspace Message in particular because it amused me: To Åshild. Here I am, updating my MySpace. I’d reply to you about your inquiry concerning when I would do so, but since you set your MySpace to “Must be a friend to Message” and “Must know E-Mail or Birthday to be applicable as a friend” and basically have a MySpace policy similar to Hitlers fucking Germany, I am giving you your response here instead.
Remind me to kill you if I see you walking down the street.
Oh, and yeah, even though for the past 4 weeks I’ve been working 12 hour days, full weeks, today I just got paid $4000usd for it so I feel pretty good about myself, ergo I will make an update.
…sometime this weekend.