foaming at the mouth and ready to spew all over the entire cyber-world...It's the greatest farce to hit democracy, democracy overload, everybody screaming at the top of their lungs all at once, glorying in the having of their voices heard, yes, fellow republicans (I mean that in the classical sense), this is true hyper democracy in a hyper-real world, where identities live and die as fast as bacteria on the subway, everybody's talking and nobody's listening, but still it's freedom, freedom in overdrive, an implosion of opportunity...and yet, were I to stumble upon the daily recountings of a 12 year old girl in Wyoming, would I not sit transfixed, unable to budge until I'd read through each of her crushes, her bitching about being bored, and as some of these sites apparently feature, keeping track of her "moods"? I've done it, I tell you, on long, boring nights, I've sat glued to the torrid tales of mid-western housewives and anorexic teens, yes, there is a slight gender bias, but I once watched a "cam" show on public access t.v. which recorded each episode of some sleeping, drooling, lanky 2o-something, just waiting to see if he would move, hoping for an eye-flicker, or a particularly eloquent groan....Ahh and why not wax poetic about this insatiable curiousity combined with the endless narcissism it always attaches to...is it not human to strive desperately to know our fellow man/woman, and even more so to seek to know through other's eyes ourselves? Who was it first who said the worst thing one can do to man is to give him freedom, he will rebel against it with all his might? I don't know but if not the first, Doestoevsky said it in a book I am currently reading no less, Yo Bros Karamazov... (that was meant to tie in with the previous rant about freedom overload)
So I will not be posting any "pics"...this will be a gender free endeavor, ask yourselves fair people, what type of person would want that? Straight woman? Gay man? Hmm,hmmm, i know the art of curiousity, i also know that if food is dangled too far for too long from the lips of a hungry person he will soon prefer to look at his shoes...do you see the narcissistic fantasy I have already convinced myself of? I have already fallen prey to the belief that I am writing before some audience, that there are some actual ears, eyes, genitals to which my ranting is being transmitted...oh, that won't happen, because I will never tell my friends about this, the only people who will see this will be, well, random unfortuante wanderers tripping through the desert wasteland of cyber-ness the thirst for human connection in even the grossest form burning their throats...Well, for those sad few, I apologize, this is all just vanity and I won't pretend to make it more.
ps Aww f--k it, I'm doing this because I had a converstaion about how dumb this s--t was with someone who lost romantic interest in me suddenly, so I'm secretly doing it out of spite, and because I'm a writer, and an academic/ amateur philosopher/ politicizer/ opinionater and because my parents never listened to me :)
bye...oh phantom audience, I shall miss you...
ps I will write about sex in the future...and it'll be hot...stay tuned, hehe