... down a hole.

If I came across an article stating porn and diet coke to be the perfect mascots for modern life, I wouldn't think to argue.  I would simply nod silently, pop a cap and ready my unscented Albolene for an extended confirmation.

Another man chugs a diet can then ejaculates down a hole into Wonderland. 

Such a scenario could easily be footnoted with an alarming statistic of frequency - [Every 7 minutes in this country someone gulps a placebo and discharges into the abyss of fantasy.] 

As desirable effect becomes the antithesis of our instinct and capability, that which promises inconsequence is welcomed, as it keeps us slim & independent to nimbly pursue detachment from a counterintuitive world.

Yes, being moot is now mainstream, a phenomena jizz-jacking all level of slacking, pimp-lacking, captive, whacking wildlife. 

One time, at the zoo, I witnessed a Silverback gorilla partaking of his harem while the "lesser" apes watched and masturbated. 

These grade-B males had zero chance of becoming baby daddies, bedposts shamefully unadorned with notches, but their bananas remained cheap (thanks WTO!) and they certainly weren't burdened by competition or the never-ending chore of watching over their shoulders for marauding hard-ons. 

A few rungs up that spank-ladder we got the Homo Sip n' Click with a knack for stackin' tools sicker than spit-dipped ant sticks & two-fingered dick-peelers, like diet coke & smut reels.

So, faith healers, meager prophets eating pig ears, those fearing wrath from a capital & stashing cash for the pivotal clash between The Criminals Past and Used-up Satirical Ass are at last alone, behind the glass of a congenital show, loving the last laugh of an underclass rooted deeper than grass growing on graves of the past.       

After a long fast, we primates of the Diet Penis genus no longer have to expend real energy to provide the food society requires, nor do we need to expend our seed to conceive a breed that meets the creed of, "this mutha-fuckin' meat for eternity!"  Japanese hobots, The Third World and Obama's health care have it all covered.

So, at superficial glance (puh, what else?), it seems the world has weened itself off thy nuts and nubility, but left some unrelenting hand habits.  It also seems The Matrix is fortuitously coming to the rescue and we will, eventually, be comfortably cradled in the well-oiled palms of irrelevance.

What will all those souls driven by "purpose" or slave wages do with themselves?  I can only imagine.

To all this I might say, "take that, Nature, you dirty bitch and star of a recent video I downloaded."  Kumbaya, that we can finally circumvent the basic laws of physics and free ourselves from the unnecessary logic of sex begetting life and food producing fat.  We're on top of the world, in 3D IMAX! 

Finally.  Each action doesn’t necessarily produce an equal & opposite reaction.  Costs are shipped 'to the moon,' Alice.  If pleasure's life’s incentive system, we’ve outsmarted it.  To take and not receive, a simple joy, for just to be! 

We get the cheese without trippin' the trap.  Dirty rats.  I love this fucking, Wonderland!

I'm sorry, big horse dicks like this entry get thoroughly beaten.

Really, I for one can’t wait to plug into a virtual world and live out a lurid existence in post-Newtonian irrelevance.  “Clamp my nipples and pass me a diet coke, I’m moot and it makes me h-a-r-d!”      

Welcome peasants, employees, taxpayers and slaves!   

There's a groundswell of anger over The Global Banking Slave Trade these days.  The theme is an old one, but the victims are new and largely unsuspecting; the next generation of p.e.t.s. ripe for initiation. 

We can make no mistake that banksters have once again gang-raped their p.e.t.s., having birthed bestial abominations bound to brandish bitterness at the beneficiaries of their bastardy.

But ever since their spawning, banksters have freeloaded on the labor of society and usurped the wealth and vitality of the citizenry.  And it may be only natural they do so. 

For if life is a struggle for sex, er, survival, why not take what comes easily?  After all, it's in man's animal nature to seek absolution from his mortal struggles.   And who is resistant to banksters? 

But what is society worth to a right-minded citizen if the benefits of solidarity are not achieved through an equitable husbandry of our animal nature?

The simple truth is, banksters don't play by the same rules as the rest of us; the more shuddering facts of which are entangled in a web of superfluity, i.e., all over the internets. 

While some of us are fooled or coerced into behaving decently, the animal-like bankster runs wild in urban jungles afforded by the indebtedness of lower, domesticated animals.

Alas!  If I concede my brute, blood, sweat and tears, it will be by free choice, my god, not trickery!

Because, if society is not a collective effort to be fair and just, if fear and coercion its only real chaperons, I should at this very moment, inspired by banksters, conspire to raise an army of my beguiled brethren with whom to rape, pillage and plunder in the marauding, heathen fashion of my viking ancestors!  And I should start with the smugly appointed dens of the bankster himself! 

We shall see then who swiftly abandons their beachfront haciendas for the dark, anonymous security of a snake's cave.

Sadly, such poetry would be hastily oppressed by the cannons of government      currently turned inward.

You see, a bankster is the foulest of human waste, a stolid accumulation of excrement; at first a concession to fertilize our economic crop and at last the stench endured from a woefully disguised crock.

And now, this fragmented population of consumers is at a fork in the road.  Both ways pass through reckoning, then awakening, but one leads to deliverance, the other to a freedom-less hell. 

Had we never tasted freedom, our decision may not loom as large.  But the agony of a free man enslaved is far greater than a man born into slavery.      

What we must do, immediately, is cast off all child-like faith in professional politicians, classical democracy, and the incompetent governments which serve the very system of Financial Feudalism that seeks to enslave our posterity. 

For the common citizen will never be truly free, until he's rid of ignorance, financial overlords and the insidious path to slavery they pave. 

                                                                                     -JPF