The Halloween paradox (woman's right to choose)

              Tight bodied, walking penial tombs engulf the side walks and dirt roads of America, in search of candy and Macbeth type Hell-brew... power... an unconscious pussy revolution... "the one time of the year I get to just let loose" says  some bobble headed blond Smurfette, followed by a Wikipedia type soliloquy on the back ground and origins of smurf lore... I turned and prodded her logic a bit... asking, "what it was the network was trying to instill in little boys and girls of the generation that grew up watching a women's struggle in an all male dominated society"... she reply's, "Smurfette was created by Gargamel"... "to which" I said, "brings us to the next point. Why is it, that the only female character represented was created by the most evil character represented, and, her only savior from a life of sexual slavery was another man?" "I mean, don't you think it's kind of dumb that if he made one Smurf, couldn't have made a bunch, you know, to eat, since he wanted to eat smurf's" I stood there gawking for a second... the evolution of the conversation stopped and became extinct...I shouted, "PROBABLY!" and walked away... she had no idea what I was trying to get at, or the meaning behind what she had said originally... Where is the conversation anymore ... Here we are .. amidst a sexual revolution against censorship and for freedom of creative control!!!  Right?.... I start walking and thinking about a cartoon I once saw in which a lady in a bikini and a lady in a burqa passed each other and had the same thought,  a long the lines of ... "everything covered but her eyes... what a cruel, male dominated culture... to which... nothing covered but her eyes (sunglasses) what a cruel, male dominated culture...Maybe I just gave her too much credit ... maybe this IS the only time of year she gets to pump her cervix full of sperm... And that is the heart of it... living up to societal standards will always keep women in a exploited box... I guess for now... it's good that she was just doing exactly what she wanted.... when she wanted... on the one day she can do it with out being called a whore by myriads of housewives and mothers of daughters not yet old enough to trick and treat.... the continual cog of recycled morals and sexual strategies will forever be in motion... Wives will always hate baited eye candy prancing in front of their half erected husband of 20 years... and mothers will always call, scantly dressed, successful dick hunters, whores in front of their daughters to set a precedent... so lady's understand that guys are just simple cocks looking for a home... maybe the lack of feminism is more internal than you think...."   Her development, her freedom, her independence, must come from and through herself. First, by asserting herself as a personality, and not as a sex commodity. Second, by refusing the right to anyone over her body; by refusing to bear children, unless she wants them; by refusing to be a servant to God, the State, society, the husband, the family, etc., by making her life simpler, but deeper and richer. That is, by trying to learn the meaning and substance of life in all its complexities, by freeing herself from the fear of public opinion and public condemnation. Only that, and not the ballot, will set woman free, will maker her a force hitherto unknown in the world, a force for real love, for peace, for harmony; a force of divine fire, of life-giving; a creator of free men and women." - Emma Goldman 

Rockin' and a Rollin'

     Eyes wide open, windows down and The Doors cranked to 11... I find myself on the blank and beckoning road to Vegas... The night pulling me farther and farther away from any kind of human or otherwise mundane connection... I am here saturated in stars and thought... I begin to wonder about the creation of such standard emotions such as fear or sexual attraction ... Why the implantation... If we are indeed, the result of exploded stars, then they must be what created instincts... Gravity, being the force of attraction, could be responsible for a few (Crystal ship now playing, I accelerate to 90) fear being the most prominent. Tidal force being the pull one celestial body has on another, might explain that wet sexual charge some give us deep inside... I digress for a second and stick my head out the window and am blasted in the face by the warm desert air, I inhale deep and am reminded of Whitman's "When I heard the Learn'd Astronomer" ... I decide to quite the overly deep cognitive thought and focus just on the pure energy pumping out of the radio and blasting through the windows... I think of Neal Cassady and Allen Ginsberg and their passion for life and it's energy... I become excited beyond belief ... the radio can't be loud enough and this car can't speed up fast enough... I have reached light speed... nirvana... I light a cigarette and sing at the top of my lungs "WELL I JUST GOT INTO TOWN ABOUT AN HOUR AGO" I'm at 105 now with no concern for the engine or its oppressive governing system...  I think of Utah Philips and his eloquent stories of hard work, and the deaths of those whom would not be crushed into the ground by the boots of industry... I think of Emma Goldman and her beautiful words on paper like Rembrandt self portrait circa 1910... Zzyzx next exit... flash again through absolute memory (wonder how I'm still on the road?) where in mushroom induced pacing I managed to completely disappear... and there in the midst of nothing.. floating, immersed in stars, excepted my inevitable demise,Death, and thanks to the realization, that, the absolute fastest speed one can travel in this universe is not the speed of light but the speed of consciousnesses... it took eons to arrive here, but only a few years to be aware of it ... Baker breaks through the horizon, the temperature reads 70 on the world's largest thermometer standing 134 feet tall, representative of the record breaking high temperature of 134 degrees Fahrenheit ( 56. 666 7 Celsius)  in 1913... I read, "The Door to Death Valley"... and I chuckle for a second, imagining I'm Dante and have just read "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here" ... I scream "On to Purgatory Virgil!" Slam on the gas and drive into the darkness toward Dis and the Queen of Hearts...

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I am creating this Blog because I don't believe anyone will ever read it. That being said, I, using this forum, will purge and vomit these ideas to which haunt my day dreams and penetrate my nightmares... Namely, the eternal soul, freedom, the horrible and ever spinning confusion of purpose and  perspective... Of smut and the hidden perversions that lurk and seep out of us all... the truth... And whatever else I can squeeze out of this amorous collective of electrical connects ....