Friday, March 30, 2018

Sheep and Apes

You're sitting quietly at a meeting somewhere and someone is retiring or it is his birthday and the most jovial semi drunk member of your group starts:

For he's a jolly good fellow ♪♫♪♫
blah blah blah 

and you mutter under your breath 


CAPITALS because one can mutter under his breath quite loudly now! :)

You resist and feel the immense pressure to join in for fear of being looked at as the ODD ONE when you well fucking know that the sheep are the odd ones for sure.

I was just saying this week I wonder who is the fucker who started the habit of clapping during ball reviews at tennis. 

Everybody was sitting there quietly watching the big screen and then one day one fucker with one or two too many cheap expensive beer started clapping and guess what?  

You wouldn't be caught dead not clapping now 'cause that is what people do.

It's like singing the national anthem or Happy Birthday those kind of simian behaviour should be kept really where they belong:

in the choir practice and exhibition. 

If you are dying to sing in unison learn the fucking Requiem for fuck sake.

Confutatis Fucka me and all that Jazz.

I know it's Voca Me but I prefer MY version! :)

Fucka Me Cum Benedictus. or more appropriately

Fucka Me Cum Maledictus.

This is how mass hysteria and lynching and foaming at the mouth mutilation and murder happens with our simian habits so the less we have the better we are.

We are so modelled to fit in it's downright crazy.  

From family to school to job to retirement even all peaceful Elois letting the Morlocks rule the world. when we don't turn into Morlocks ourselves.

I prefer the Whitman approach meself when it comes to simian habits:

“Resist much, obey little.” A
"re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul"

end of rant for now

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