'America' Is America's Porn Name

Readily will I display the intestinal fortitude required to fight on to the objective and complete the mission, though I be the lone survivor... Do you mind if I keep my socks on?

I can now more effectively segment my life.

Thanks to the drugs and the army training.

For instance: on my facebook profile I neglect to post about the drug deal/hockey game/you owe me sex fall-out/screaming match; and in my journal I take it for granted that I am beyond hating hockey – I just don't care – our out-of-town/foreign mercenaries bought and paid for by billionaires are better than your commercialized athlete-of-fortune hired by billionaires. I mean, fcuk, I can't even give a shit.

What I am basically talking about is compartmentalization – without the psychosis.

Being able to accept (laugh) at the contradictions without identifying with any of them or losing yourself (or myself) in one or another or interstitial zones of between.

It's not that I ever believed in a Platonic ideal – it's that I thought I was a Platonic ideal.

That or the poor shit-heel chained in the cave or the monkey of it's own shadow.

So now everywhere I lie and I speak the truth.

Only the wise-asses know the tell of it.

I can sit on a stack of Bibles and cut off your legs just below the knee with a cunning phrase, or I can disembowel my own truth with a few choice words.

Today it was 21/69 and girl-woman at the register was wearing an armless winter coat (in this heat).

Her only fat was mammary perking her nipples and trying to create dimples on her bum. Poor objectified thing.

How I would like to help her cock the leakage in her segmentation.

It's good to be whole.

Evil Clown

Jesus was my bastard son: back when we worshipped the sun.

- Litotes The Clown

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