Deflowering Young Icons
Long, scraggly words hang from his head. His beard is sewn from metaphor; his eyes shine with liquid epiphany. He is the wise caveman, the true homo sapiens, and he is here today to teach our children how to be children.
As a child I was very much preoccupied with growing up. I had no one to emphasize the developmental importance and grand nobility of acting my age, of play. They made us sing, but they never taught us how to love to sing. They let us act, but they never taught us to believe in our dreams-worlds, our dreams.
So, you majored in business administration. What businesses are you interested in administrating? What sorts of businesses? Do you want to run a green carpet factory or a pharmaceutical supplier or a Nazi death camp? I studied psychology, and right now I’m looking at your mind. And your breasts.
I feel that my gas starts midway down my thoracic vertebrae and sort of drips down my spinal cord before coming out my ass. It’s probably a liquid until it hits the air and then instantly vaporizes, leaving that fresh, I-just-farted scent as a marker of my passing.
My mucus, on the other hand, really does start in my sinuses. I can feel that.
At my high school reunion, I want to be the one who is happy. I also want to be the one who takes home [attractive and popular girl's name] and fucks her brains out, because she was such an icon to me in my youth, such a symbol. There is no higher cause than deflowering your youthful icons, because it is in this act that we are able to throw up our preconceptions and become a little bit more involved in the reality of our situation, the realities of love and human interaction. She’s also got great boobs.
It is no doubt similarly beneficial to meet those men who were stylized as nemeses, and to recognize their innocence and humanity, so that you can continue your life with the knowledge that you do not exist in opposition to a popular collective but are, instead, one unique member of a community of unique members, each scattering in different directions like a bunch of exited molecules. And of course, there’s always some small possibility that through these exercises of meeting and deflowering and being friendly, one might make a friend or fall in love.
As a child I was very much preoccupied with growing up. I had no one to emphasize the developmental importance and grand nobility of acting my age, of play. They made us sing, but they never taught us how to love to sing. They let us act, but they never taught us to believe in our dreams-worlds, our dreams.
So, you majored in business administration. What businesses are you interested in administrating? What sorts of businesses? Do you want to run a green carpet factory or a pharmaceutical supplier or a Nazi death camp? I studied psychology, and right now I’m looking at your mind. And your breasts.
I feel that my gas starts midway down my thoracic vertebrae and sort of drips down my spinal cord before coming out my ass. It’s probably a liquid until it hits the air and then instantly vaporizes, leaving that fresh, I-just-farted scent as a marker of my passing.
My mucus, on the other hand, really does start in my sinuses. I can feel that.
At my high school reunion, I want to be the one who is happy. I also want to be the one who takes home [attractive and popular girl's name] and fucks her brains out, because she was such an icon to me in my youth, such a symbol. There is no higher cause than deflowering your youthful icons, because it is in this act that we are able to throw up our preconceptions and become a little bit more involved in the reality of our situation, the realities of love and human interaction. She’s also got great boobs.
It is no doubt similarly beneficial to meet those men who were stylized as nemeses, and to recognize their innocence and humanity, so that you can continue your life with the knowledge that you do not exist in opposition to a popular collective but are, instead, one unique member of a community of unique members, each scattering in different directions like a bunch of exited molecules. And of course, there’s always some small possibility that through these exercises of meeting and deflowering and being friendly, one might make a friend or fall in love.
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