b.l.’s b.s.

b.l.’s b.s. Said professor Gratulls, the famous aphorist: “–There are some assholes full of cant that equate Bush with America. Their betters of course equate a bush with a merkin – sick paradigms of another faltering cunt.” “–Who’d be stupid enough to try to export a “democracy” who produces as its head honcho a bloody bully of a baboonish cunt such as Bush, his mandrill behind prodded by a sinister vampire who seems doggedly determined to die with the earth itself...?” * * * * * Said the famous aphorist, professor Gratulls: “–When shit equals bush, nothing else matters but your sanity. Nothing really signifies anything; everything just happens; bush happens; shit happens; and that’s it. Shit never ceases happening; get used to the idea. Now scram, bums; and make yourselves useful; (…); amend that, make something useful, not of yourselves (what good would that do in a world where shit happens and will keep on happening, willy-nilly, in spite of all your efforts and more…?,) but for yourselves.” * * * * * Said the famous professor, aphorist Gratulls: “–I’m extremely shallow – three goals I’m only after: the continuance of life, the enjoyment of liberty, the pursuance of happiness.” “–There’s the fuckers and there’s the fucked. Both despicable failures as trials go – as trials for the well-adjusted organism that nature seems to be trying to produce. And then there’s the gray people – they only think about fucking each other – like doves.” “–See above the waters the spectral specter crossing the spectrum. It is an idyll of the minnows. Brief interlude. After the orgasms, steeped in grudges, she slunk along the curb, the coughing ghost of a sick bitch.” * * * * * Said the famous Gratulls, aphorist and professor: “–As soon as you hear the name “god”, you know already they are talking bullshit.” “–Next with a yawn I happened to gulp a spontaneous thunderbolt: distasteful.” “–I went under the olive tree I had my wine and my bread with cheese And I started daydreaming Under the warmth and the dappled light And I entered Into the delicious hallucinations Where paradises abounded and bubbled (…) Until it was time to go back home With my dubitative step Down the country walk Thinking what a well replenished day And yes Yes All in the line of a day’s work.” * * * * *