March 18, 2005
Biorhythms
I ain't finding my centered spot. One should have that of a Friday night, but as I was vigorously scrubbing my feng shui in this shower this morning I thought: You ain't centered, boy.
And so I suppose I'll have to wade through my prior infatuations with nichiren shoshu Buddhism, Catholicism, crystals, narcotics, and necromancy, just to prove to myself that my current infatuation with nihilism is a profound and rewarding thing. It fits like a damned glove, actually. A leather glove.
Mmmm... nihilism
I BELIEVE I'll have a glass of that... to go.
Posted by: rightisright at March 18, 2005 8:37 PMBut isn't nihilism the celebration, to paraphrase Yeats, of the center not holding? Of all things falling apart? Of course you feel uncentered. It's part and parcel.
I suggest a hawg-leg be smoked, ritually, to help your spirit-guide lead you to your totem. Or, alternatively, read Nietzsche until you pass out from exhaustion. Then the leather-glove fairy lead you home, yo.
Posted by: Queenie at March 18, 2005 9:32 PMWise counsel, taken to heart, Queenie. The only real issue is where we are going to smoke the hog at Jekyll, the Georgia State Fascists tending to be down on that sort of activity. It could be a Moveable Feast.
Posted by: Velociman at March 18, 2005 9:42 PMA floating feast, I say with a hopeful gleam in my eye.
Posted by: Queenie at March 18, 2005 11:03 PMHere's hoping someone gets pictures of a lucky volunteer smokin' the hawg. I've paid more than a few dollars for the role of demure recipient in the same operation at the Mitchell Bros. theater..ok so maybe not, but I would still pay good greenbacks for documentation.
Posted by: bitterman at March 19, 2005 1:09 AMI sure hope someone feng shui's that hawg-leg for you, I do believe it might be the only way to get to your center.
Just remember to sprinkle water into the smoke and say "I claim this for the spirt of nihilism".
I mean whatever works, right?
Either that or visit the mall on a busy Sat. afternoon. If that doesn't justify your current infatuation with nihilism, and center you, nothing will.
Posted by: BeeBee at March 19, 2005 5:57 AMNam-myoho, dude, I'm sorry, I missed the point. Are you trying to say something...
Posted by: Circa Bellum at March 19, 2005 9:26 AMYou must find the tao, my son. Snatch the blue pill from my hand, grasshopper. You'll find your goddam center.
Posted by: Acidman at March 19, 2005 1:50 PM