Rinse, your intensity is, even remotely, somewhat bothersome.
I tried to indicate, in the post to which you responded, that I was essentially superficial in the jibing I did at Terry. Meant to establish no great field of combat. Simply returning a flash with a flash.
Then you go hard-nosed into the DO SOMETHING view of humanity that you seem enamoured with.
I find that a much more fascinating topic than Landlords and Screw 'Em. Still, I am not particularly inclined to stretch out on it now.
The DO shit is like the Ladies' CAREER shit. "I have to follow my career," she said, returning exhausted from her job as an Administrative Assistant.
Walking in the (where we can find it) fresh air, and taking a lustful lungful, and then another, and another. And feeling this meld with our self. That is DOING something, no?
Soon, your version of DOING will have the computers putting us all in the back of the bus, where we will clap when told to, sneer when told to, and shit when told to. It is a journey to anonimity. What the hell is there to GAIN by DOING? (Instead of BEING.)
If you do not realize it by now, I had no intention of enterring a grey-bearded, head-scratching symposium with all this stuff.
I simply did a gloss-over to a Terry absurdity.
Nevertheless, I love you,
Geo.
PS: ...and about everyone else, including deluded Ish, except for an ex-sister-in-law who is the devil incarnate - having gone to Catholic School and listened.
Opaque? No, too elemental. G. |
