Saturday, September 30, 2006

No Skin Off My Nose


I won’t ask you where you are if you don’t try and drive my car
Into some outcrop of social structure; some game of mindfuck trivia
I would share my time and smile awhile with beer in hand and joke on tongue
Mutual interests we could discuss without recourse to compete for intellectual status
Or social standing
But don’t expect me to flutter with concern
When I don’t conform to your obscure law
Causing clouds to blemish your delusional grandeur
And confusion to find purchase in your dogmatic shallows
I have no need for consumer arms race
I have no time to play games of social etiquette
I don’t care for a circle of friends who live in one another’s pockets
I don’t need that sort of assurance
I don’t have that kind of endurance
So spin your yarn and check your references
Bow and scrape in social deference
But don’t expect me to care
I have no problem keeping my own company
In my own familial tower of solitude
Where all that is, is by our own bidding
Where masks are removed and don’t require polishing
Where honesty is prerequisite and self-deception is pointless
Where the smile on my face is from laughing


Bear with me dear Far Queue loiterer: It seems I have not finished dealing with the origami man and his cardboard wife. Let’s hope that this will be the end of it; I shall say no more unless provoked by further encounters.

11 comments:

littlebitofsonshine said...

sad cardboard catchs fire and burns away so fast but never as fast as writing paper.

Zatikia said...

This makes me feel like wrapping up in my blanket and hiding in my closet.
I really like the sentiment behind this piece of writing.

gregrandgar said...

Right on brother! the toughest aspect of overcoming the clubby brotherhood of dogma is that those who see it for what it is are true individuals able to see things for themselves, which makes it hard for them to club up in some form of opposition large enough to be effectively noticed by a mob that sees individuality as a sign of impotence. Iconoclasts unite! Free thinkers get your thoughts together! There seems to be no rallying cry for us, should there be? Individual drop out of support of hypocritical corruption doesn't gain the momentum of a movement.

Pisces Iscariot said...

In this case Todd, there is no need for opposition - this particular fuckwit will sink himself in his own mindgames; the reason being that he has no concept of the individual.
This also goes back to Zatikia's post about getting along: those that do not tow the middle or right line generally fall into the realm of individualism which by definition cannot (or will not) be agreeable. This does not mean we cannot get along however - it is only when dogma rears its ugly head that things get heated.

Dr Victorino de la Vega said...

Hi there,

On a (seemingly) completely separate issue, check out this article: it looks like our favorite Neocon-buster is set to win the fateful Virginia senate race…

I’m starting to like Dixie-style settling of accounts!

:)

Atanu Bandyopadhyay said...

Fuckwit - I guess that is the White man's new found term, to be ascribed upon the lower and less worthy humans.

Pisces Iscariot said...

From the Far Queue dictionary -
Fuckwit:
Fundamentally Under-endowed in Cognisance and Karma With Ignorant Tendencies.
Not confined to any racial stereotype.

Atanu Bandyopadhyay said...

So people fundamentally under-endowed in Cognisance.... can be those of an extremely fair skin also? Might want to have a look at your dictionary again.

Pisces Iscariot said...

Step 1: Re-read above definition.
Step 2: Visit here for two examples of fuckwit (of various tones of skin)
Step 3: Go back to the juvenile playground until such time as cognisance dawns.

**UPDATE**
I have removed the above link to Atanu's site.
It contained an rather heated slagging match between him and our old friend PatRICK Henry. hahahaha
Go there at your own risk.
**

Atanu Bandyopadhyay said...

racist little fuck!

Pisces Iscariot said...

Ahhh... he reveals himself at last.