Many old songs of the patriarchal yet wild variety
tend to be of the basic subject matter, “Hey, you don’t seem to be completely
happy, so come here and let me fuck you happy.” I can feel that sentiment. Life
has become mundane and somewhat meaningless. I feel disconnected to most
organic aspects of my environment, and am distracted by the inorganic
techno-vices that seem planted like land mines throughout my daily path. Shit is
out of balance, but the world spins upon crooked axis so it pretends everything’s
upright and kosher. I am not completely happy, so I need the universe to just look
at my sexy dirtgod raven mackness, and fuck me good. And I don’t mean the
negative “fuck” as in everything went bad. I mean a good solid sweaty fucking
by the universe that pushes the dopamine and serotonin into a cocktail with the
adrenaline, and everything is excited sunshine and rainbows and river water
baptisms (but secular) all day long. If the universe is a doctor, it is what
the universe should order up, if it could. So even though the digital realm
seems (to me) like inorganic devilry full of the aforementioned techno-vices, I’m
putting that out there with intent, as non-denominational prayer, as a dirtgod
prayer, to hopefully be answered. In fact, fuck it, let’s just make it the
Dirtgod Prayer:
OH GIANT IMMENSE UNIVERSE, I AM JUST A HUMBLE DROP OF YOUR ENDLESS ESSENCE, BUT THIS HUMBLE DROP IS FEELING POISONED, FEELING POLLUTED, FEELING CLOUDY. RE-MAGNETIZE ME WITH THAT UNIVERSAL ENERGY, FUCK ME UP GOOD AGAIN, SO THAT I CAN REMEMBER THAT I AM, IN TRUE AND LIVING FACT, STILL A DROP OF YOUR ENDLESS ESSENCE. BECAUSE I KNOW I AM, BUT RIGHT NOW, I DON’T “KNOW” I AM. YA KNOW? THANKS, YOUR MAN DIRTGOD.
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