Monday, July 19, 2010

Honor thy tumescence...

bugs rising

I'm continually meeting people who don't know what they want. It's the saddest thing really a crime against the privilege of being alive. It's simple, and best paraphrased by the late, great Samuel Fuller: "If it can't give you a hard-on, throw it away!" I'm not advocating the deification of our sex organs, I'm saying listen to your desire, it's screaming at you. If you can't hear it then you insult the deaf by missing what is so plainly audible.


Anonymous kfc said...

Before you condemn the aimless, remember that many of us were raised in continual self-abnegation. Desire nature and even play is regularly suppressed in many people. Couple that with abuse and you have a recipe for dumbness, in terms of body awareness, sensory response, instinct, whatever you want to call it. How do you find your way when the navigation instruments are frozen.

It is a crime, to be sure.

10:06 AM  
Anonymous Hone said...

Responding somewhat to kfc, it seems to me one of the great responsibilities of adulthood is finding the core child within.

9:14 AM  

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