Dear Diary of Martin X 26/07/2016

It’s been a stupid, stupid, stupid, kinda day. Hooray!!

A don’t know nothing, got no idea kinda day. Eddie and the hot rods do anything you wanna do kind of day! Socratic and iconoclastic.

Don’t have no beliefs or inquisitions or inhibitions or ego maniacal expectations today. Don't wanna be right or no how to write, (sic in case yu fink I'm fick) don't want your respect, wanna be in it up to my neck! Don’t wanna save myself be saved save you save it save money save up save down save time save a drowning man or a bag of fluffy kittens. Don't wanna be good!! Don't wanna be hugged!!

Anyway, it was fun, the stupid little day which I had yesterday. Going along with the ride and refusing to run and hide. Saying what I'm not supposed to and winding people up. Being abrasive and illiterate and brazen and belligerent, in your face and up to no good like the big bad wolf blowing your straw house down. Take that, Pig!!!  

Did some politico think about it stuff and got some education. It’s not such a heavy world when you walk its streets in freedom. Everboy could do it. A lot of people do. Well, as many as twenty percent at any rate. Like peas we are, the twenty percent of us who reject authority in all its forms and who understand and accept that truth is a pathless land. You said it myself my younger brother, "the trouble with my brain is that it has got a mind of its own." 

So when I refuse to accept my own received opinions and my own warped emotional reactions to the circus of expedience and obedience going on out there as if it's anything more than the usual sound and fury signifying nada, then the weight of insignificance and powerlessness melts away like an ice pop, dissolving on the tongue. 

I didn't know that I could evaluate the significance of someone's political message without taking into account their haircut, did you? Know what, it's true, having a short back and sides won't make you a more astute philosopher or a more compassionate bhuddist, will it? But it might make you vote for someone you don't agree with just because they've got nice nails!! 

Ha ha!! What a circus!! What a joke! 

I'm laughing. Then people rub this bad smell behind their ears and give you the come on dressed in a skimpy neglige of negligence they bargain bought from BHS! And they expect that looking like miss nipple wart 96 and reeking of self implanted pig shit that you're gonna wanna jump into bed with them!! Oink!!! Not likely dear!

Hey! If you're beginning to think this looks a bit like a diary entry... Don't worry, it isn't!! I'm lying and fantasizing and fictionalizating and masturbating and people baiting and leftie hating and circumnavigating the Catherine wheels of my shoe box in order to celebrate the yesterday of my life with a little play of words and a splash of enthusiasm in spite of all in spite of all, not to be consumed by the thrall of dualism and to hope I'll be forgiven for my Indian burn rants and my magnifying glass skin scorchers; well, let's face it my lefties, we all like being tortured.  

Sing if you're glad to be stoopidista, the stoopidest, o stupido you goat!

Awwooooo!!!!!