Random thoughts (aka The post with the title sure to turn off readers)

Absurd

Hello, whoever the hell you are, and welcome to yet another post of my absurd blog. Absurd. No visitors. No organization. That's one thing I have to tell you: I would like to justify all the posts in this blog with randomness. Yes, randomness. I want it raw. I want it raw because I've feared order and I have done much to try to defy it. I write my thoughts on tiny post-its and then I stick them on the wall. Nothing else--for now.

"For now?"
--Yeah, for now.
"I highly doubt you're gonna do anything else in the future.
--...
"You wanted to write a novel. You wanted to be live Gustave Flaubert--he spent up to seven hours on a single page. You don't have the fucking patience. You don't have the fucking concentration."
--Shut up.

Fuck

Oh, if you're not part of my regular circle of friends, then you may be shocked with the cussing. I have indeed started swearing. I would like to start off the topic by saying this:

Fuck you, normative society and your fucking norms. How you condone swearing publicly, and how you forbid your esteemed representatives from doing it, and how you do it in the safety of privacy.

Kids shouldn't swear. No, that is not adultcentrist shit and that is not a statement of hypocrisy.

I'm gonna tell you my justification for my cussing. So sexual drives. They're in the id--the biggest and deepest part of the psyche. Think of it as... shit or piss or sweat or whatever it is that you have to excrete. Now, if you don't let it out you're going to rot. Think of swearing as the tiny beads of sweat you have to let go so you won't overheat. Where did I get that? Richard Randall's book about porn. Can't remember the title. He got it from Freud, if I remember it right.

Why shouldn't kids cuss? Kids shouldn't think about sex too early. They've spent a good deal of their infancy unconsciously repressing their oedipal thoughts, and cussing would release it back too early. They wouldn't be able to handle it.

Random story

And it's annoying to boot. I was in Netopia and there was this kid playing Special Forces. He didn't have his headphones on, but it was on full blast and on his shoulders. God, it was so annoying that you hear "Fire in the hole!" over and over and over and over again. And to add to that, you hear him swearing with his pompous, eight-year-old voice.

What I was hearing at that time is more or less like this:

"Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!" "Fire in the hole!" "Putang ina mo!"

For half an hour or so.

Half-baked crap poem

(And that title was brought to you by all-new "postmodern" Inferiority Complex--now with sass!)

My mind is like a factory
that I send far too many of my resources.
It works and works all day,
and its only product is smoke
that disappears into the aether.

Commentary

"Teacher, how is that a poem?"

It's a poem because the writer... umm... pressed the enter key every now and then when he wrote it.

"Where there enter keys in ancient times?"

Yes.


AW YEAH I'M GONNA BE AN AWESOME TEACHER ONE DAY.