This is your life. Good to the last drop. Doesn't get any better than this. This is your life and it is ending one minute at a time.You thought you had it all figured out. You bought furniture. You told yourself, "This is the last sofa I'll ever need. No matter what else happens, I've got the sofa issue handled." Then, the right set of dishes, the right dinette. Your window treatment, your duvet, your dust ruffle.
I say a chair is not an insight into a better understanding of its owner, A chair is a place to put your ass. I say, let me never be "complete." I say never Let me be content. I say deliver me from Swedish furniture. I say deliver me From clever art. I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth. I say you have to give up. I say, "evolve," and let the chips fall where they may.
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter that is everything else We are all part of the same compost heap. We are the all-singing, all dancing crap of the world.
You are not your bank account. You are not the clothes you wear. You are not the contents of your wallet. You are not your bowel cancer. You are not your grandee latte. You are not the car you drive. You are not your fucking khakis.
You have to give up. You have to realize that someday you will die, until you know that you are useless
Self improvement is masturbation. Now self destruction is…
In cultures without soap, they use their urine and the urine of their dogs to wash Their clothes and hair, because of the uric acid and ammonia. And we just piss our fancy American piss, rich and yellow from too many vitamins. Rich and expensive and thrown away.
Could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis and throw it out the Window of a moving car. You could be hit by lightning and your head could burn down to a smoldering baseball. You could be wading in a river in South America while tiny fish with barbed spines swim up your urethra and set up housekeeping.
I want you to start a fight with a total stranger. I want you to start at fight, and I want you to lose. Take some Joe off the street and recruit him. Let him experience winning for the first time in his miserable life. Give him permission to beat the crap out of you. Get him to explode.
This isn't a seminar. This isn't a weekend retreat. Where are you now, you can't Even imagine what the bottom will be like. If you don't fall all the way, you can't be Saved. Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It's only after you've lost everything that you're Free to do anything.
Nothing is static. Everything is evolving. Everything is falling apart. There are only two constants in life; chaos and pandemonium.
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