"The Suicide Girls" on myspace
As far as the status of social-outcast bloggers is concerned, I've never been a part of mainstream blogging anyhow, so I say screw those friggin' Gyps! Lines are always drawn, either in sand or in distinction, and clever are the bold bloggers--be they Nooks or Purgs--who recognize and accept those lines for what they are. You can't be half-assed about anything and expect to conquer something whole, just as you can't be half of anything and expect to live life without some sort of hole right through the middle of you. I am a whole person--I haven't always been--but the courage of action, and the wisdom of honest reflection have made me the Hobo I am today--and I have no regrets. But when I see the CRAP that these self-proclaimed "top-bloggers"--like the suicide girls--spew on their myspace blog pages, it almost makes me want to down 50 qualudes...is THAT what the world is coming to as far as writing is concerned?! Writing is my nook, I think it is the most honorable of all professions because it's currency is not in money, but in perception--and when I see other writers succeed with their shit-smug Cockroach-Taxidermy bullshit it just makes me want to vomit. But then I digress, and I reinforce the knowledge and wisdom I've obtained in my life. Though I've never had the habit of forcing myself to vomit right before I brush my teeth every day, I can still see where the path that self-induced vomiting leads. As far as the suicide girls go, I say this:
Better to plunder your pickle in a slightly-round porker
than to pound it full-force in a Pig,
but it's better still to poke an all-out Pig
than a gag-reflex, bone-brittle twig!
The most disturbing thing about self-depriciation is the raw and unnatural sexual appeal it seems to generate. I say: Gimme some cushion for all that pushin'! They--the Suicide Girls and their ilk--are vampires! They are setting an unnatural standard among young, ambitious, impressionable, attention-seeking girls. Why can't they just take their qualude and rid us all of their wanton-wares? At least in death they don't have to sit around and worry about the way their stomach looks--in death, everything is whole. If they say they are suicide girls--prove it! But don't provoke innocent people with your snares before you do it, just do it. Thats my take on it, at least. It may sound cruel, but hey: if you give a Hobo a Soap-box, he will give you his Santa Clause.
You can't spell sVento without Vent...so Vent.
