verbal masturbation.
kept away to maintain the complexion of this here hole. cos i'm just too fucking lazy to think at all, much less think up things that i've thought throughout the course of [insert period of inactivity here]. and cos i'm also too fucking tired every single day of the bloody week after spending more than full halves of the days either hurrying or frolicking or prancing around. and also it'll be too much of a depressing affair looking at recent occurrences hitting roughly about 8.756 on Beng Chang's Scale of Fucked Up-ness and Bloody Mess-ness and Generally All Things Fucked Up Yes. so much so that it'll be in the predictable pattern of mourn-mourn-bloody-mourn-uh-mourn-mourn ad infinitum.
is it just a biological consequence or is it that the prejudice (mostly on the side of the alpha males and females) concerning male dancing people is justified? i mean, red mules on top of, or should i say, below, an all white ensemble? and the latter over jet-black underpants, no less. and pink umbrella. and funky-looking tattoos if you know what i mean. complete the look with a pastry (i defer to the cream puff but sometimes egg tarts are nice as well) hairdo and walah - you get decades upon decades of derogatory stereotypical adjectives thrown at you. ok perhaps it's just this one person, but the added funk to his steps really screams 'motherfucker of a flaming homosexual no fucking doubt oh yes oh damn!'. i mean, nothing in hip hop says anything even remotely close to hip gyrations the only polite description of which is 'motherfucker', nor are raised buttocks well past comfortable levels (normally at the buttocks level) a pre-requisite to being a male dancer of any sort.
the idea was mistaken, after all. i really do only have a fixed amount of words to be said, like, per year or something. i mean, all the social activities and facades that take so many words out of me in the public sector has taken its toll on my private doings. so much so that i am becoming more reticent than ever (if that's even possible in the first place. of course 3 words per night to 1 per night is fully comprehensible in the mathematical sense but there's little to be done with the latter ration with regards to making actual communicative sense). then again. perhaps it's a good thing for people in both sectors, since public people take more to public sounding people and people in my public circle probably have had just about enough of my verbal idiosyncracies. or that perhaps it's just a consequence of my dumbing down due to my stark refusal to believe that lack of sleep can cause this. dumbing down, i mean.
is it just a biological consequence or is it that the prejudice (mostly on the side of the alpha males and females) concerning male dancing people is justified? i mean, red mules on top of, or should i say, below, an all white ensemble? and the latter over jet-black underpants, no less. and pink umbrella. and funky-looking tattoos if you know what i mean. complete the look with a pastry (i defer to the cream puff but sometimes egg tarts are nice as well) hairdo and walah - you get decades upon decades of derogatory stereotypical adjectives thrown at you. ok perhaps it's just this one person, but the added funk to his steps really screams 'motherfucker of a flaming homosexual no fucking doubt oh yes oh damn!'. i mean, nothing in hip hop says anything even remotely close to hip gyrations the only polite description of which is 'motherfucker', nor are raised buttocks well past comfortable levels (normally at the buttocks level) a pre-requisite to being a male dancer of any sort.
the idea was mistaken, after all. i really do only have a fixed amount of words to be said, like, per year or something. i mean, all the social activities and facades that take so many words out of me in the public sector has taken its toll on my private doings. so much so that i am becoming more reticent than ever (if that's even possible in the first place. of course 3 words per night to 1 per night is fully comprehensible in the mathematical sense but there's little to be done with the latter ration with regards to making actual communicative sense). then again. perhaps it's a good thing for people in both sectors, since public people take more to public sounding people and people in my public circle probably have had just about enough of my verbal idiosyncracies. or that perhaps it's just a consequence of my dumbing down due to my stark refusal to believe that lack of sleep can cause this. dumbing down, i mean.
posted by zen at 1:52 AM
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Poor you. If it makes you feel any better, I actually manage to burn myself on the tummy, of all places, while baking the other day.
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