Myriad

Working, as I do now, I find my life has changed in a manner that does not sit well with me. I have become, for lack of a better phrase, part of the machine.

Doubtless some of you may feel I'm exaggerating. Making an issue out of nothing. I know that at least some of you will be saying to yourselves, "Jesus-ass-raping-christ. Shut the fuck up, you fucking pussy."

Yes I know all that.

I know that simply owning more than one pair of shoes makes me better off than more than half the planet. But you know what folks, generally speaking, the rest of the planet has sweet fuck all to do with the way I live.

Human beings are selfish creatures.

When we help others it's because it makes us feel better, or puts us in people's good graces. Every motive is ultimately selfish.

"I'm being good in this life so I can have paradise in the next."

Well the only paradise is the one we create. Selfishness can work as a positive. I want friends and influence and love and sex. So I act like a good little boy and chew with my mouth shut and laugh at the boss' shitty jokes.

I open the door for you 'cause I wanna eat your pussy. I say please and thank you because I don't need any extra people pissed at me or thinking I'm an arsehole. I help the poor because... well I don't help the poor, but if I did it would be for the tax benefits and to make myself appear to be kind and stuff.

And you know what, I am kind and loving and warm. But I'm still selfish, just like all the rest of you. And in my selfishness I declare that working 9 to 5 is the fucking worst, worst thing I have ever done.

When did grown adults start acting like fucking children? Acting disgusted or offended when I use the word cunt is fucking childish.

Words have no real power in and of themselves. We give them whatever meaning or power we desire. There is no such thing as bad language. There is only language. Just like saying there is no bad weather, only weather. Good and bad are relative terms.

Our perception of a thing goes a long way toward explaining ourselves. Whether that thing is weather or language. Everything we despise about ourselves and each other was created by us and is perpetuated by us.

It's time to let go.

Let the gay folks do their thing. Let me say cunt. Let the ladies get their titties out. Let us all do magic mushrooms and see the pretty colours.
No-one's gonna get hurt. Not really. Maybe your sense of righteousness might get bruised, but you know what? Your sense of righteousness is a bunch of crap.

It's just an extension of that fictional, bullshit religion you've placed your stock and store in, and at the end of the day it means fuck all. Jesus will not save you, Allah will not protect you, G-d is as real as the tooth fairy.

All there is, is all there is. The universe is a wondrous, fantastic place. But it ain't magic. So stop acting like you know everything about how I should live my life. You cunt.

You know when you get that feeling?

You know that deep down feeling?
That one that twists your gut in a thousand directions.
And leaves you feeling like you just stepped off of some high-speed merry-go-round.
Light-headed, dazed, confused.
Mumbling incoherently under your breath.
Singing indecipherable phrases from the songs you tell your friends you've never heard.

That feeling.

You must know that feeling.
It's the one that stabs you right through the chest.
And all you can say to yourself is, "Ahhh.
That's the spot."

You know that feeling, right?

Darkness is spreading.
No recourse.
No way back.
Nothing you do can stop what's coming.
I know you feel helpless. Impotent. Lame. Deaf. Blind.
Nothing. No-one. Nowhere.
Wherever you go, whatever you try, no matter how many variations you attempt.
The result will not change.
You will not change.
Darkeness is spreading.

I love that there are women in the world who are quite happy to take their clothes off and show me their naked bodies. Not just me, mind you. Anybody who happens to click on the right webpage, or purchase the correct magazine.

The fact that often times they're getting paid does not change my feelings towards them whatsoever.

I think it's wonderful.

I know that I've spoken of the wonders of porn before. Porn is life after all. And I don't wish to repeat myself, however...

You see I was wading through a few of my regular sources today and checking out some lovely still photography. And as I was perusing the available talent it suddenly dawned on me that perhaps there is hope for this world after all. Perhaps humanity will indeed "make it".

You see the fact that there are women in the world who, despite everything they are told by their parents, their society or their religion. Despite all opposition. They still make the choice to display their beauty to the world. Even the ones who the world at large would not deem beautiful. The fatties, the trannies, the midgets, the homegirls. The ones with the scars and the missing teeth. The ones with the green hair and the horse faces.

Against everything "moral" and "decent" they take a stand and say "FUCK YOU".

And that gives me hope.

Of course there are other benefits as well. I, and millions like me, have something to empty our sacks to. The girls, as I mentioned, get paid (well most of them), and humanity makes slow steady progress toward a better, more open society.

Because, you see, freedom, real freedom, means being able to do whatever you want without restriction or control. Provided no harm is done to any third parties. Porn is the embodiment of this kind of freedom. No harm, no fear. Just humanity at its finest.