like my dear friend tazz, i too am bound to agree that, well, i have been a trifle late in joining this bandwagon of expressionists hellbent on gettin their 15 minutes.it seems that bloke andy warhol was onto something, eh?
i guess i've arrived at more than my share of being fashionablly late, so much so that the first bloggers might well be resting in dried graves by now.but no matter my dears, no matter.if its meant to happen, it will. so here we are, this moonlit wednesday midnight, writing off the memoirs of one of the many fictitious characters that is yours truly.
now, as i commence, i'm going to deal wid one of the very few things i consider my area of expertise....people.not a very streamlined topic, i agree, but i assure you every array of this juggernautical matrix that is society is just as perplexingly hilarious as the other.consider, for example, the legend of the metrosexual man, and the oft recounted tales of his gruesome confrontations with another modern day myth, the herculean machosexual man.if you ask me, the only kind of man i'd prefer to be is good old neanderthal.back then all you had to do was churn out the loudest "ugh!!!" n you had the babe of the tribe sweating in her loins.today you need wintergreen oil for that...but that comes at a later stage.for now let's call it the fun part, though i assure you, it is almost as much fun as amateur wrestling, owing to the vastly imaginative pornography that is on display today.i think those guys might just have hit upon a modern day variant of meditative yoga!
i guess i've arrived at more than my share of being fashionablly late, so much so that the first bloggers might well be resting in dried graves by now.but no matter my dears, no matter.if its meant to happen, it will. so here we are, this moonlit wednesday midnight, writing off the memoirs of one of the many fictitious characters that is yours truly.
now, as i commence, i'm going to deal wid one of the very few things i consider my area of expertise....people.not a very streamlined topic, i agree, but i assure you every array of this juggernautical matrix that is society is just as perplexingly hilarious as the other.consider, for example, the legend of the metrosexual man, and the oft recounted tales of his gruesome confrontations with another modern day myth, the herculean machosexual man.if you ask me, the only kind of man i'd prefer to be is good old neanderthal.back then all you had to do was churn out the loudest "ugh!!!" n you had the babe of the tribe sweating in her loins.today you need wintergreen oil for that...but that comes at a later stage.for now let's call it the fun part, though i assure you, it is almost as much fun as amateur wrestling, owing to the vastly imaginative pornography that is on display today.i think those guys might just have hit upon a modern day variant of meditative yoga!
but more on that later. let us for now attend to the misadventure that is the word itself, the measure of whose majestic proportions may only truly occur to us by its own pronounciation.compared to this stratum of the pie, the fun part may truly be that! when this god thingy supposedly created man, he must have been one proud bloke, what with the powers of deduction and decision and all those sorts of things that he'd thrown into the batter, like sugar, spice and everything nice.but what must really have sweetened the professor's cookie would have been the the results emanating from the accidental addition of chemical x to the concoction, in this case, love. now, by jove, when i say accidental, i do mean it! why else would a smart chappy like him hand over those intricate wisdoms of compassion and togetherness to a circus of semi intelligent beings whose most basic instinct yet remains 'me, my and myself'? the very notion of the flawlesness of this creator dude finds itself at one smug singularity in but one question. why, dear lord, couldn't you get us right? but what's done is done.let's not blame the bloke too much for such trifles. overall, we might say, he made a pretty neat job of it all.
then, a few millenia of millenia later there came such abominable entities as archies and and guccies . now it turned out these guys had extracted this mysterious chemical x from some unsuspecting guinea pigs and through shrewd market research managed to deduce that this stuff was more addictive than coke, and also legally saleable thanks to thomas jefferson professing every man's right to the pursuit of happiness in the american declaration of independence...people just couldn't have enough it.and thus, love found its way not only onto the card shelves and apparel aisles of your next door mall, but also quite ingeniously disguised in practically every saleable commodity on the planet.everyone's selling a bit of love. whenceforth was created a grevious rift in the otherwise atomic brotherhood that is the maleness of our species.now don't get me wrong, darwin wasn't off his rockers.when it comes to the question of mate and entity, man has been like any other primate. survival of the fittest has always been nature's ultimately prevailing law.but blossoming amongst all that competition was a fragrant essence of camraderie that once enveloped the silly creature that is homo erectus and kept his slightly parasitic instincts at bay.this has however been lost to the sordid odour of ridiculously expensive eu de parfums or the steroid infested stench of perspiration.
now the thing is man's basic nature hasn't really changed from the good old days when tails were quite in fashion and kids were scolded for cutting their nails.being a social being, he has always needed love.his fascination with it has however taken entirely new meanings, almost flirting with the edges of eccentricity sometimes even flirting with the justification of his phyllic nomenclature of homo(sexually) erect-us!!cupid's commercial viability has ensured that almost every nickel and dime of our sorry existence is spent in the quest for this utterly fascinating dope .it seems all our lives we endeavour to own something we do not want with money we do not have for people we do not need.
