. . . . . . . Explosively rushing off the starter’s position you realize you’re leading! You’re actually leading the motherfucking pack!
. . . . . . . Think about that. From a skyborne vector dangling a rope we climb into a balloon that’s drifting lazily over the landscape; that marks time with lazy circles; that is hourly coming back to the same position.
“A serious writer is not to be confounded with a solemn writer. A serious writer may be a hawk or a buzzard or even a popinjay, but a solemn writer is always a bloody owl.” — Ernest Hemingway
. . . . . . . John Lennon and Paul McCartney were the heart of the Beatles, naturally.
. . . . . . . There’s something “off” about Lennon that wasn’t “off” about McCartney. I don’t know how to put my finger on it. Lennon was solemn in a gloomy way. He seemed like an obvious sourpuss. His group, the Beatles, won because it had such limited competition. It seems in this world every endeavor — from personal computers with Microsoft to popular music with the Beatles and the Rolling Stones –has very LIMITED competition. That’s why you should always pursue your heart’s dream. It’s likely the field isn’t that crowded and you have a real shot at it.
. . . . . . . In love, the same is true. The best-looking girls have the least number of guys going after them, because everyone thinks they’re already taken. So that’s why I plan on concentrating on them when I start my seduction rampage. I expect — not hope — to succeed.
. . . . . . . The worst thing you can do is inject “hope” into affairs of seduction.
. . . . . . . Hope is drivel when it comes to love. You’ve got to be pro-active, seize the bull by the horns. Only then can you say you’ve given it your all.
. . . . . . . Imagine a person who is a black swan and another human who is a white swan. They are artists in a dry world lacking much in the way of Art.
. . . . . . . I’m with the black swan. The black swan has a greater understanding of the nature of reality, and is positioned to profit from it. The white swan is an innocent, ready to be trampled by the world. No rapprochement is possible between the two of them, as the white swan will always try to block the black swan’s plans.
. . . . . . . The black swan will “go for it” with a deeper intensity than his opposite number. He will celebrate every victory with everything he’s got. Qualified men will orbit around him and seek to be his friend.
Qualified men will orbit around him and seek to be his friend. They will form a bond — qualified men and black swan — that is unbreakable and unshakable.
. . . . . . . The black swan does not command from the heights alone. He gets down in the muck and dirt and gets his hands brown and dirty. His clothes need to be washed. His eyes are full of flecks of light reflected off a black hole sun.
. . . . . . . At the end of his endeavor, the black swan triumphs and the white swan is tied delicately to a stake. The white swan is given a choice: to be treated as the witches were in Medieval Europe, or to join his side and lend his graceful powers to the Endeavor Entire.
. . . . . . . The corruption of the white swan, the seizure of his powers, and the demarcation of a permanent line between Black and White all mark the beginning of a new era. From now on time will be marked in cycles of pain and pleasure. All previous calendars will be useless.
. . . . . . . The future is a living thing. It is like Flubber, that bounces out of one’s hands and explodes from wall to wall. It is hard to grip.
. . . . . . . It can be locked down in a treasure chest, but then comes stagnation. Only if the future is free can interesting things begin to happen. The future thrives on freedom more than men do.
. . . . . . . Muscleman Arnold Schwarzenegger said 95% of men don’t want to be free. He may well be right. Men generally just want to be left alone. They don’t want things demanded of them, either. After the age of 25, they want to live their life in general peace. Their future is beige. Their future is a long bridge over a short-width creek.
. . . . . . . Think of an hourglass filled with crack cocaine ground down to the littlest bits. There are those who would shatter Time to get to their high. For them, “going for it” involves ruining everything. Even a gold and titanium hourglass will get fucked up if you want what’s inside bad enough.
. . . . . . . The majority of men have no right to decide anything. This is why democracy is so wrong. Qualified men are not voting. They’re living their lives, thrilling when they encounter another one of their kind.
. . . . . . . This pro blog is an attempt to reach out and find others like me. It’s not so impossible as it sounds. In ordinary life, I’ve met multiple guys who fell short but not by an extreme amount. They made the mistake of mocking me, or of not trying to be interesting in and of themselves. They were lazy. They brought a mallet to the Hourglass of Time, trying to get at a drug that would empower them, or so they thought.
. . . . . . . Already, I’ve met individuals I like through this blog, and it’s just started. I need to do advertising on a local scale to get others locked in to my black swan way of life. I also need to begin seducing women. I have to cultivate a “desperate” attitude. I’ve been far too cavalier about chicks and their company. I’ve left it up to chance. Women are important. They hold the key to a lot of social power. Because I am who I am, and I’m good-looking as well, I can seize what they represent. CARPE DIEM.
Dear George Washington,
. . . . . . . You are the most important figure in Western history. If not for you, America would not have won the War of Independence, and Britain would have continued its dominance for decades to come, perhaps permanently.
. . . . . . . Yet when your American troops wanted to get paid, you came across as weak and tired to get the sympathy vote from them. And you said, “I’ve grown exhausted in my services to America” and what could the soldiers do but cry for you? It’s like the Desert Storm American general who cried on the line with the Kuwaiti man because Kuwait was free.
. . . . . . . Strong men can cry. I myself have cried over the song “Something New” by Axwell and Ingrosso. It’s what you cry over that matters.
. . . . . . . You cried to manipulate. I cry to show my pseudohuman feelings. George Washington and Catxman, two figures lighted up in purple on a gray background, with green butterflies fluttering around. We will be proven great men or we will be wiped out in a single, solitary motion.