SACRIFICIAL SON, LAWYER, BELIEVER, FOLLOWER, SHIT HEAD
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You endure and you endure and then you die. And then after you die, you either have an answer, or you don’t.
All my life I’ve tried to work things out, study the clues. Learn shit. Pay attention. Think. Analyze. Still ain’t got no answers. And I ain’t gonna get any answers. So what the pluck’s it all about?
If we’re supposed to be learning something, nobody seems to be giving us much information.
If we’re supposed to be DOING something, nobody’s giving us many clues.
Can’t just BE, because they took that away from us with advertising. We don’t even know what be IS anymore. So you gotta select one of those roles they offer you.
“Central casting?”
More or less. Good Mom. Good Provider, Good Rat, Good God. Although in this case, Good God would be Good Got, because it’s all about getting and got. That’s our gods, Getting and Got. I worship the Big ‘G.’
It’s kinda funny, the few folk on this planet know how to live are tribal islanders or northern eskimo tribes, aborigine dream timers. The only folk who have a sense of how to live, we’re killing off. We’re drowning the islanders, destroying the fertility rates of the eskimos, and just beating the aborigines to death.
So all we got left to guide us along the path of life are CEOs, politicians, television evangelists, and PR guys. Those are our gurus. I just lucked out. None of them roles they offered me ever came close to fitting.
“What roles did they offer you?”
Sacrificial son, lawyer, believer, follower, shit head.
“Shit head?”
That’s what most roles they offer you are: shit head. Be a shit head. Get ahead.