oh calcutta
Posted on Wed Aug 29 10:36:00 UTC 2007
Let me give you one interpretation:
The first and most important task of any pauper worth his flesh is to convince the rainbow princess he can help her escape from the drudgery of the castle laundry room. Do not be deceived! These pitiful scraps, these tatters of skin and rag, they are merely my disguise! In reality I am the heir to a great empire, cruelly banished from my rightful caliphate by evil Mustafah the scheming grand vizier and his army of malformed goblins. Every so often when the moons align things with webbed feet crawl out from the cold, the dank, the merciful covering darkness of their holes and caves, sweet jesus, looks like some of these ...creatures... haven't seen the surface world in years and there ain't any amount of fire, not even all the brimstone in hell can wipe that smell away.
Everybody is always looking for the easy out. If you are polite, if you are tangentially genteel and casually empathic and cruelly deceptive enough – the warmth of a heartfelt embrace can be an easy cover for the knife-in-the-back, sure. Be careful sunbird, careful who's eyes you look into, you know mirrors only appear to be deep, touch one, try to reach in and you will quickly discover just how cool, just how shallow they really -- I am really am.
I fight to win, there ain't no other reason.
And I give money to beggars whenever I can. There are so few homeless here it's possible to do so, because of our strong social welfare system the people who slip between the cracks are generally genuinely fucked; solvent abusers, chronic alcoholics, long term and incurable suffers of tunnelling psychic parasites of various types and kinds, they often speak only in slurs, a thick gruel slurry of mashed up syllables and pre-conscious grunts, trembling hands.
There is much in the world that is cruel, but far more pain is caused by simple indifference.
The first and most important task of any pauper worth his flesh is to convince the rainbow princess he can help her escape from the drudgery of the castle laundry room. Do not be deceived! These pitiful scraps, these tatters of skin and rag, they are merely my disguise! In reality I am the heir to a great empire, cruelly banished from my rightful caliphate by evil Mustafah the scheming grand vizier and his army of malformed goblins. Every so often when the moons align things with webbed feet crawl out from the cold, the dank, the merciful covering darkness of their holes and caves, sweet jesus, looks like some of these ...creatures... haven't seen the surface world in years and there ain't any amount of fire, not even all the brimstone in hell can wipe that smell away.
Everybody is always looking for the easy out. If you are polite, if you are tangentially genteel and casually empathic and cruelly deceptive enough – the warmth of a heartfelt embrace can be an easy cover for the knife-in-the-back, sure. Be careful sunbird, careful who's eyes you look into, you know mirrors only appear to be deep, touch one, try to reach in and you will quickly discover just how cool, just how shallow they really -- I am really am.
I fight to win, there ain't no other reason.
And I give money to beggars whenever I can. There are so few homeless here it's possible to do so, because of our strong social welfare system the people who slip between the cracks are generally genuinely fucked; solvent abusers, chronic alcoholics, long term and incurable suffers of tunnelling psychic parasites of various types and kinds, they often speak only in slurs, a thick gruel slurry of mashed up syllables and pre-conscious grunts, trembling hands.
There is much in the world that is cruel, but far more pain is caused by simple indifference.