Im thinking of some simpler time
where I wouldnt sit at a computer and write meaningless tripe to no one in particular, where my words would have meaning and where I am on the hunt for literary meat. Instead I sit and type.
Im thinking of some simpler time
where I wouldnt hop in my car with its complex fuel injection system and commute to my workplace with its computer, where I compose offal that no one wants to read. Instead, why cant I walk to work, armed with a stone knife and a loincloth, killing dog and roasting it over a small fire? Because Id be arrested. It doesnt seem fair.
Im thinking of some simpler time where the inner mechanics of a wristwatch are unnecessary and unimaginable. Where, when the sun rises; I rise
where the sun sets, I drink beer. And not some beer out of a can, with its pop-top and its dangerous sharp metallic edges, but a beer that has fermented naturally, on its own, in Belgium, near monks in a remote mountain abbey, in a puddle on the ground. I lap at it like a dog; prone, naturally.
Im thinking of some simpler time where economic difficulty does not exist
sure there are other difficulties; like skin parasites, guys that are way bigger and beat you up and take all the women, no toilet paper, toothaches, and the ever present risk of being mauled by a bear or something. But at least you dont have to live paycheck to paycheck driving a 10-year-old car and watching your budget.
Im thinking of some simpler time where there arent 80 different ointments you can rub on your ass
a time where youd mash up leaves and medicinal herbs in your mouth until they became a healing poultice and spread them on thick. Where even if you die because you chewed up something poisonous, at least that ass rash feels better and maybe someone learned from your mistake.
Im thinking of some simpler time where you neednt be bothered with trivialities like manners and proper behavior. Where you could eat with your fingers, like in India; or you could burp or fart with impunity, like in high school; where if you had a scratch, you itched it.
Im thinking of some simpler time where there arent machines with gears, pulleys, stupilators, and buckbooster transformers. Where computers dont need to be always faster, ever smaller. Give me a big old stick and let me hit someone. Dig a hole and call it good. Drive a hard bargain. Sell the cow. Get back to basics!
Im thinking of some simpler time where you dont throw away blenders, cell phones, VCRs
where there isnt a culture of planned obsolescence. Where there arent superstores, frozen yogurt or radial tires; instead, tell stories, own a goat, go for a walk. If you go too fast, you crash, you die. Finis
thats Latin. Simple.
Im thinking of a simpler time where you dont have to read the New York Times, The Wall Street Journal, USA Today, and the National Enquirer each day, every day. Where you dont need subscriptions to Time, Newsweek, US News & World Report, and the Nation. Where endless analysis and interpretations are the norm, where you dont need to speak English, French, German, Russian, Spanish, Hebrew, Japanese, Malay, Chinese and Navajo just to get a job at McDonalds or Burger King or Wendys or Carls Jr. or Taco Bell. Just Latin and youre self-employed. If you want to know whats going on you gut a cat and look at its entrails, or maybe a horse if you need to know more than the usual amount.
Im thinking of a simpler time where I only have to count to 10, or 9 if I lost a finger
19 or 20 tops! Not 37! Or 1003! Or a google! Or infinity! I dont want fractions
round off! Or geometry, or statistics, or quantum physics or particle accelerators; give me the haunch of a wildebeest, or the liver of the bison! Let me hunt! My belly is full, thats math. I am nature, hear me roar.
Im thinking of a simpler time where the earth is the center of the universe, where the ocean is big and scary, where I can be top dog, a big fish in a little pond. I don't want to contemplate the vastness of space, theorize about relativity, create god in my own image, or seek to know the unknowable. Ill take a rock and fashion a tool, scrape a hide, invent the needle, rebuild a carburetor. Forget it.
Im thinking of a simpler time where if you get sick you die; where if you get hurt, youre lame. A time where you cant take a pill to get a hard-on, where you have 7-13 kids and you die in your 20s. Where if you have a hump, youre a freak; if youre born at 6 months they dont incubate you. A place where suffering is a way of life, and comfort is for the birds. Dont cure me anymore, let come what will. No more antibiotics, penicillin, or sulfa. Lets hurt a little. Dont suffer me the little children; let the little children suffer. If I get eviscerated, I want people to say, "Bummer".
Im thinking of a simpler time where animals arent domesticated. Where cows, pigs, horses, chickens and dogs are a clear and present danger. Where Fido does bite the hand that feeds him. A time where you can shit where you eat, sure you might get sick and die but thats what freedoms all about. I want to do what I want
if it doesnt meet with your approval, tough.
Im thinking of a simpler time when you didnt have to follow endless sets of rules like the Ten Commandments. Where you can covet stuff and you dont have to honor your father. Sure, Im a father and Id like a little honor now and then, but thats another story. I want honor cause I earned it, not because of some damned stone rulebook. And I generally dont steal, lie or covet
but if I do, I dont want to feel all guilty about it, yknow?
Well, Im about done. In looking back Im kinda thinking that maybe Im being a bit extreme. But see! Thats the problem, due to the complexity of my world Im second-guessing myself again. I want to live with my choices. No more express lanes, one-hour photos, or In n Out Burgers (even though those things seem pretty simple?). Damn!