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self liberating unapologetic truth

.. was gonna dance with a girl last night. bouncin to some horns and lookin sly that way and cunning in that 'i am bunnie and i'm my own so get it while you can' way but then i realised it was a sneaky game. she wasn't her own and it made me sad.

more people should be their own.

someone started talking sociology to me the other day about marriages and the fall of the american family. started saying how popular divorce is, how it's growing and accepted.

.. and i said it's changing the face of this planet we walk .. we should be careful - this isn't your mother's planet anymore. it's new and different and we're taking that awfully big gun out of the unlocked cabinet and shooting our very young little selves in the foot. if you ask me. which you didn't so go away.

one hundred years ago there was a good chance you'd be popping babies out by 20 and dad would be paying 20 sheep to the hubby to even take your sorry ass. divorce was unheard of and people, being the resilient creatures that we are, could live in the most vile of situations. people would live in horrible marriages - beaten, abused, belittled, or just (*gasp*) unhappy. and it was just the way it is(tm) and people accepted it.

now we know we don't have to - fuck, we don't even need to work. we can live off everyone else and if the shit stinks get a new one. recycle-reuse-reduce my ass.

MY ASS

now we divorce, and we do it before the smoke has even settled from the church lot peel out. we break family's apart like watermelons 'neath a hammer - decent structural integrity on the outside but just guts and water on the inside and you know that ain't gonna last without the rind to adhere. wrong? no, different.

sad? yes. shit happens and pigs fly. or at least they will eventually that's progress and we're all blind as bats to think the world won't change and we'll all be old and staring in wonderment at our kids changing the perfect world we thought we built.

no sex before marriage!

order girls gone wild please.

unwed mothers are a sin!

have sex have sex have sex.

it's no wonder our sons and daughters are a fucked up lot. we're desperate to follow and learn but it's shit they teach us because it's hypocrisy at it's very finest. fault? no one's but our own, collectively, and if you wanna blame the kids go ahead but your wrong. every last one of you.

it's trying to mix the water of the old and the oil of the new and if you've got a mean pipe for an arm you know you can spin that spoon fast enough to make it look like one but when the lactic acid burns you gotta stop and the shit just splits apart again cause it's too different.

if i had the answers I'd be on the street corner - you know i would.

scraggly-bearded and extolling upon the virtues of a simple life.

but i don't have the answers i have the questions, all of them, here in a little box. they scream at night so you have to close the box up and lock it with a yale and even then it trembles a little bit.

big black thing in your room late at night makes you feel uncomfortable but you don't know what it is. open yours eyes and nothings there but you can still sense it cause we're all clairvoyant motherfuckers and that thing is there and it's real don't deny it. nuclear winter or just being alone - either way it's a scary motherfucking world out there and you're not ready for it and neither am i but you have to get up, go out, and be a fucking slut.

63% slut.

that's the new here and now - bethrothals are for the old world and i'm for a new world where slut means self liberating unapologetic truth.

i'm no reformer, i do the old dew and code red is for the kiddies but to deny the circling of the moon and the stars is to deny change and time and to resist,

as jean luc so said

is futile.

or at the very least will fuck everything up. which is where we're at. so don't be surprised if mom has a kid at 60 and starts leeching off you and demanding her own car. don't be surprised when you have to take her down to family planning and say mom, get a gripe.

don't be surprised when you find yourself thinking divorce papers are the easy route because we've rebuilt this society with plastic, replaceable parts.

it's the easy way.

people laughed when the sci-fis talked about the fat blobs with short stubby little arms in front of the tv we'd be.

they still laugh cause they're too fat to turn their head are and look.
look and see what's out there.

i'm not bitter. i just have a stomach ache.

i just ate wendy's

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