The prank of holding two fingers behind someone’s head as their picture is being taken is a reference to cuckold’s horns. Americans know the prank as “bunny ears,” but in other cultures it means you’re wife is cheating on you.
Tremendously sincere and uncomfortably honest animated videos.
Looking at attractive people online and interacting with quick flirts and cam models or whatever is easier than going out and trying to share a moment with some person when maybe the majority of others out there have little to no interest in you or any form of relationship. The people who may like you get missed or ignored because you think they think less of you or are being nice in that condescending way, aren’t I precious and innocent kind of thing. The blind trial and error is a little too abrasive for those seeking emotional connectivity and closeness. Often you’re trying with the wrong people or become the annoying single bothering those who already have friends or more attractive prospects. You think you’re nice but maybe you’re invading personal space or expecting the other to bend to your whim. Your loneliness is not safe from critique and you got blind to the nicer folk two chairs down. Maybe it’s all self-fulfilling prophecy or you’ve become too in between wanting more from less and not wanting nothing from nobody. Where do we procure balance?
We like and are too busy with unimportant tangentials to focus on this generational devolution of the species. Easier to separate into selfish tribes than evolve into co-operative communities.
Primal protectionism and reality show politics is the waters we are sailing, honed by partisan polemics and puffy geriatric demagogues. We moonwalk into curses and oblivion. Happy time!!!
High-pitched voices screeching you should know this
Essays and blogs and video ramblings
Dissection of justice and politics for overhead perusal
Med students looking at open chests wondering what to do
Bright light shining down as another part shadowed
Multitask to keep up
Feeds, vids and apps to show us the pathways
Overload, overcharges, WIFI economy
Value-added content from seven sided slicks
Words words tossed up and spread like salad wraps
Think you’re getting nutrition but just water and bread
Iceberg lettuce and flats
Empty feeling but low fat
From Occupy to occupied
Where you lay your hat
Which side you vote for
Which app is best
What other thing was ignored
Pushed aside and untrended
Wallow in the annals of forgotten web threads
Forum outrage to nitpick new pix
Social parity on hold
JLaw got a new book!
Those dangling chains that ride around with you
You pierce those lips with metal rings
Shut the voice for that muted message
And it may speak volumes for a second but it doesn’t echo through
Eardrums that siphon and filter the message hollow and sweet
Medium makes it palatable for the passing
Some pay it forward while the leads reap the fees
Closed ears, open eyes
Seeing the silence, muted abusive
Social death they call it but the same old shit
Try to learn more but swimming in confusion
Mixed messages and counter points
Multithreaded hands and fingers directing every which way
Monolithic monument men and women lost in the fray
Spider webs, dark alliance, shadow puppets moving on the light in the cave
Symbolism and jingoism one and the same
The truth strikes with the assembling of right words
Slippery orators get at you with Ted Talks
Felt more honesty with the CGI bear
Once more satire says what’s between my ears
Spurted out eloquence but it’s thinned out rage
Hate this hate “them” hate myself for hating
Rotating emotional cycles all the caring types suffer
Keep walking up hills trying to escape the buzzard
People picked apart but they don’t give up the struggle
Pieces lay in streets for sweepers to take up
Keep going back to Dostoevsky characters. The Underground Man type stewing too much and devouring himself. Feeling pride is hurt, his person is being rejected too often by fellow dicks, continue to try with them then give up, isolate, try again ad nauseum anon. Keep trying but you fail in a way, do not con right, play the game with the proper words and facial expression. Give a smidgen but pull back, do not get too personal or close. Others tell all and complain about the minor key problems but you cannot, TMI and not interested eyes. Listen to annoying blarg inanity while you’re cell talking and throw uncreative humor around the tables or venue while I cringe internally. Bad of me but my expectations are always too high and never learn, never downsize my version of hope. Not a postivist shiny type anymore but hate giving in to apathy and fuck the world mentality. It is my nighttime friend but I let him know he is rotting.
There is this twisting of a person’s pride and honor that appears sporadically/frequently/annoyingly. We are meant to deal and control it, control the addiction of proving and ego, but it can clash with the sense of ‘fairness’ or not letting the assholes win. Keeps happening. My mind doth fill with the reiteration of this and that happening “generation after generation” poinsettia. I know better, we know better, I hope to lordy we do, though the clincher comes and our feathers get ruffled and dog fight lizard brain nonsense comes to the fore. My goal is better, to better, Ahimsa and Nirvana mindstate. Too pompous for so called enlightenment so I figure I do the peace of mind. Peace of mind in a ludicrous circus tent cranium.
The work is necessary but alas I have the bitterness and misanthropic stain, the human stain. I have painted some such screed upon my internal demon to feed vileness and badness. I aggravate me and see aggravation, push people to ‘school’ ’em, teach these spoiled children lessons about principles and caring about rightness whatever age. Self-involvement and narcissistic bent pervasive and alluring; lessons of defending the attitude of the day and notions of ‘it’s my life,’ bon bons for Nowtime. I ams what I ams and ever shall be, let me parade in buffonery. I myself get stuck and foolish and look ridiculous to the laughers and pointers though I keep the concept of goodness and morality, my morality, around me, in me. I have little beliefs in anything and do not follow the purpose explained to common society with the whole cog in the system and nationalism that swells with the up and up career and capitalism.
Not satisfied with the junk.
People sticking needles of portrayed success and doctrine duty.
Full of self.
Speak act and be wrong.
Sayeth that guy and girl.
So industry and corporations in Canada can ask for and get away with loopholes and violations technically allowed by intervening governments like designation changes to allow for disposal for mining companies, tax loopholes to buff quarterly profits, subsidies for all manner of improvement that won’t be reflected in prices for products and services, but the people have to fight for years and years to get a break on something that has proven itself to be a benefit to society and people’s lives. Everyone complained about the telephone companies in old days and still we have the same thing happening with stifling telecoms and corporate obfuscation mingling with the the milieu of avarice and market domination. Spend so much glitter and gold for censorship and controlled streams and service. Will two tier internet come? Are we going to stay on the low rung of countries with poorer broadband? As it is I think we still are lower than most when it comes to upload speed, at a time when content is being uploaded everywhere constantly.
Maybe the Net will envelop us too much and we shall come to rely on it more than now and it could create a huge flaw in the system and operation of the world. May be the electricity and tubes become a hindrance and a doomed reliance, but as it stands we all need this tool, many working or poor people start businesses around the world when broadband is available. We can waste money on ceremonies and public funerals for Tom and Mary politicians but not upgraded connections for all of us. Spend money on idiotic fanfare and confetti for some douche in a suit running for a delegation job.
I get confused and then cynically remember this happens regularly, like old man McGee and his prune juice. Sittin there all squaw reading the Post grumbling about commie liberals and fat o the land takers like government help is new. The important stuff has to take time and lords of the underworld have to stymy and procrastinate so they have prolonged work to do and a job to make promises and golden dawn allusions. What the fack? Am I going to have to pay more money to watch hot trannies rub balloons together while some creepy farmhand watches at the window?
Mixed families, cursed love family plannin
Big boy teens with baby faces
Stuck in the closet making the record rotate
Milky white girl
Shiksa tight girl
Toasted marshmallow night thrills
Smores on the menu camp spills
Liquid cocaine and waterbed toe curls
Boudoir grand stand
Night stand rubber no frills
Sumthin hot sumthin coitus
Ellis sad fella
Lonely cutie boy tryin to find happiness
Ski trip bond with the loner
Ski school grade 8 every one self-important
Rubba tub tubin with the deathwish swoonin
In ma scrubba dub head
Cold cut brainwashed to my delusionary complex
Thought of him but turn to me
Hoping he did good like Star Wars kid killin it
drunken sloppy friends come
laffy taffy stressless
no worries no end
no future just this
joke around kid a fool
laugh ahead laugh face
super high super drunk
superman on skunk
love it all love em all
people great have a ball
touch the bodies of the Cheers
feel no reticence from fears
paste a face of smiley me
on fire with the key
jokes and giggle nation
so much fun in inebriation
forget the sober morning call
sleep the defeatist melanchol
love the people before the bitter
sets in for the sitter
love love me what is love
just want to see the smile
the toothy grin of pretty child
Good job voting Americans. Get another insincere, warhawk, corporate dancing monkey to barely change anything for the better. The world doesn’t need a flawed but pragmatic leader like Bernie Sanders, we need a duplicitous pretender lefty who’ll dilly dally with alternative energy and black sites and Gbay like Obama. A true politician with a penchant for political expediency and dragging feet one step forward in a gasping country peering through the smokescreen and marketing. Someone mostly running a campaign without huge corporate donations? How is that not incentive to side with a politician with some legitimacy. Is any candidate with business money not beholden to industry and making concessions when elected? Are we cynical and naive? A bitter Dora the Explorer thinking hope with politics is a good gamble. If I am wrong about Sanders’ donations I’d like to know. He has done some things in the past I was not happy with and I didn’t enjoy the hoopla and reverence he got but damn, there was a chance to have someone intelligent and careful who seemed less of a populist demagogue type. People have gotten all in on this “first” something. First black president, first female PM, and maybe the idea of a first female president. Are there not better candidates for these roles? Wasn’t the young mayor from Louisiana or whatever a good try for black president? Isn’t there a better woman who doesn’t have so much vested interest in corporations and war profiteering? Whaddya got ta sweet talk the media and play the bs game just to have a face on the TV or tube? Bend and bow while playing proud for the ass cash to back up the back end. Green and gold tea parties with the change places mantra hanging in the air. Cabinet movements, promotions, cronyism, business-to-politics-to-business. Why don’t we just call it a giant shell game and the ball is in the left hand, out of sight out of mind out of options. Play me a song while the rulers sack the field, hum me a bar among the cacophony of the dumbfounded, whistle while you twerk and toil under premise of promise.