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Alex
2007-02-19 21:25:11 UTC
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OLD DUDES IN METAPHYSICAL JUNGLES

"Art has absolutely no existence as veracity, as truth."

"The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests
me more than what he makes, because I've noticed that most artists
only repeat themselves."

"Deep down I'm enormously lazy. I like living, breathing better than
working."

"I don't believe in art. I believe in artists."

--Marcel Duchamp (1887 - 1968)



Old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Remind me of Marcel Duchamp's urinal--
It's not the functionality that
Makes the thing you piss in, beautiful

But the context of the object itself,
For even a toilet bowl has its intrinsic appeal,
For if you're desperate enough,
You might mistake it for a woman--

Round and cold like porcelain,
With a toilet freshener like some sweet perfume
Concealing her natural smells,
As you lovingly embrace her before
Going to sleep.

Of course, Marcel retired after perpetrating
His "art" on the ignorant public,
And I would not admire some urinal
In a men's room or in a museum--
A pissoir is still for pissing
No matter how you dress it up as high art--

And the old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Would probably agree if they still wash
Their hands and mind their p's and q's
And cross their t's now and then
And occasionally roll their r's--

But the circus goes on undetected even now--
With all the claims of omnipotence
And omniscience, we are still too damn small
For this universe,

No matter what trousers we wear and how we
Call our loves--snookums or snuggles--
And go about our daily boring lives,
Looking for something mystical in women's

Panties and brassieres, or something
Metaphysical in our private parts,
But death comes to all of us
Like one, two, three... poof!
And all the time we kept slumbering
Does not matter--

That old lady you met at the church
Might have died a month ago,
And pretty soon you will not remember
What she wore or what she looked like--

It will be another gaping hole in your memory,
And you will not know what she wrote
Or who she loved, and what she waited for
All her life--

And her grandkids will not remember her,
But life is like that--not metaphysical or fancy--
And we all crap and piss in much the same way,
No matter where we go when it's over.

So I'm not concerned as much with metaphysics,
For the truth lies in embracing life
And the genuinely good moments it affords us.


February 18, 2007
--Alexander Shaumyan

http://www.shaumyan.com
Will Dockery
2016-03-14 08:41:19 UTC
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OLD DUDES IN METAPHYSICAL JUNGLES
"Art has absolutely no existence as veracity, as truth."
"The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests
me more than what he makes, because I've noticed that most artists
only repeat themselves."
"Deep down I'm enormously lazy. I like living, breathing better than
working."
"I don't believe in art. I believe in artists."
--Marcel Duchamp (1887 - 1968)
Old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Remind me of Marcel Duchamp's urinal--
It's not the functionality that
Makes the thing you piss in, beautiful
But the context of the object itself,
For even a toilet bowl has its intrinsic appeal,
For if you're desperate enough,
You might mistake it for a woman--
Round and cold like porcelain,
With a toilet freshener like some sweet perfume
Concealing her natural smells,
As you lovingly embrace her before
Going to sleep.
Of course, Marcel retired after perpetrating
His "art" on the ignorant public,
And I would not admire some urinal
In a men's room or in a museum--
A pissoir is still for pissing
No matter how you dress it up as high art--
And the old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Would probably agree if they still wash
Their hands and mind their p's and q's
And cross their t's now and then
And occasionally roll their r's--
But the circus goes on undetected even now--
With all the claims of omnipotence
And omniscience, we are still too damn small
For this universe,
No matter what trousers we wear and how we
Call our loves--snookums or snuggles--
And go about our daily boring lives,
Looking for something mystical in women's
Panties and brassieres, or something
Metaphysical in our private parts,
But death comes to all of us
Like one, two, three... poof!
And all the time we kept slumbering
Does not matter--
That old lady you met at the church
Might have died a month ago,
And pretty soon you will not remember
What she wore or what she looked like--
It will be another gaping hole in your memory,
Or who she loved, and what she waited for
All her life--
And her grandkids will not remember her,
But life is like that--not metaphysical or fancy--
And we all crap and piss in much the same way,
No matter where we go when it's over.
So I'm not concerned as much with metaphysics,
For the truth lies in embracing life
And the genuinely good moments it affords us.
February 18, 2007
--Alexander Shaumyan
http://www.shaumyan.com
Here's one from our sometimes-regular Alexander Shaumyan, which delves nicely into the Metaphysical question.

Nice stuff, overlooked the first time around.
drive-by
2016-03-14 09:03:03 UTC
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OLD DUDES IN METAPHYSICAL JUNGLES
"Art has absolutely no existence as veracity, as truth."
"The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests
me more than what he makes, because I've noticed that most artists
only repeat themselves."
"Deep down I'm enormously lazy. I like living, breathing better than
working."
"I don't believe in art. I believe in artists."
--Marcel Duchamp (1887 - 1968)
Old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Remind me of Marcel Duchamp's urinal--
It's not the functionality that
Makes the thing you piss in, beautiful
But the context of the object itself,
For even a toilet bowl has its intrinsic appeal,
For if you're desperate enough,
You might mistake it for a woman--
Round and cold like porcelain,
With a toilet freshener like some sweet perfume
Concealing her natural smells,
As you lovingly embrace her before
Going to sleep.
Of course, Marcel retired after perpetrating
His "art" on the ignorant public,
And I would not admire some urinal
In a men's room or in a museum--
A pissoir is still for pissing
No matter how you dress it up as high art--
And the old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Would probably agree if they still wash
Their hands and mind their p's and q's
And cross their t's now and then
And occasionally roll their r's--
But the circus goes on undetected even now--
With all the claims of omnipotence
And omniscience, we are still too damn small
For this universe,
No matter what trousers we wear and how we
Call our loves--snookums or snuggles--
And go about our daily boring lives,
Looking for something mystical in women's
Panties and brassieres, or something
Metaphysical in our private parts,
But death comes to all of us
Like one, two, three... poof!
And all the time we kept slumbering
Does not matter--
That old lady you met at the church
Might have died a month ago,
And pretty soon you will not remember
What she wore or what she looked like--
It will be another gaping hole in your memory,
Or who she loved, and what she waited for
All her life--
And her grandkids will not remember her,
But life is like that--not metaphysical or fancy--
And we all crap and piss in much the same way,
No matter where we go when it's over.
So I'm not concerned as much with metaphysics,
For the truth lies in embracing life
And the genuinely good moments it affords us.
February 18, 2007
--Alexander Shaumyan
http://www.shaumyan.com
Here's one from our sometimes-regular Alexander Shaumyan, which delves nicely into the Metaphysical question.
Nice stuff, overlooked the first time around.
R Mutt 1917

http://www.superuse.org/story/R-Mutt-Fountain/
Will Dockery
2016-03-14 09:07:10 UTC
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OLD DUDES IN METAPHYSICAL JUNGLES
"Art has absolutely no existence as veracity, as truth."
"The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests
me more than what he makes, because I've noticed that most artists
only repeat themselves."
"Deep down I'm enormously lazy. I like living, breathing better than
working."
"I don't believe in art. I believe in artists."
--Marcel Duchamp (1887 - 1968)
Old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Remind me of Marcel Duchamp's urinal--
It's not the functionality that
Makes the thing you piss in, beautiful
But the context of the object itself,
For even a toilet bowl has its intrinsic appeal,
For if you're desperate enough,
You might mistake it for a woman--
Round and cold like porcelain,
With a toilet freshener like some sweet perfume
Concealing her natural smells,
As you lovingly embrace her before
Going to sleep.
Of course, Marcel retired after perpetrating
His "art" on the ignorant public,
And I would not admire some urinal
In a men's room or in a museum--
A pissoir is still for pissing
No matter how you dress it up as high art--
And the old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Would probably agree if they still wash
Their hands and mind their p's and q's
And cross their t's now and then
And occasionally roll their r's--
But the circus goes on undetected even now--
With all the claims of omnipotence
And omniscience, we are still too damn small
For this universe,
No matter what trousers we wear and how we
Call our loves--snookums or snuggles--
And go about our daily boring lives,
Looking for something mystical in women's
Panties and brassieres, or something
Metaphysical in our private parts,
But death comes to all of us
Like one, two, three... poof!
And all the time we kept slumbering
Does not matter--
That old lady you met at the church
Might have died a month ago,
And pretty soon you will not remember
What she wore or what she looked like--
It will be another gaping hole in your memory,
Or who she loved, and what she waited for
All her life--
And her grandkids will not remember her,
But life is like that--not metaphysical or fancy--
And we all crap and piss in much the same way,
No matter where we go when it's over.
So I'm not concerned as much with metaphysics,
For the truth lies in embracing life
And the genuinely good moments it affords us.
February 18, 2007
--Alexander Shaumyan
http://www.shaumyan.com
Here's one from our sometimes-regular Alexander Shaumyan, which delves nicely into the Metaphysical question.
Nice stuff, overlooked the first time around.
R Mutt 1917
http://www.superuse.org/story/R-Mutt-Fountain/
Thanks Jimmy... getting a coffee and checking this out shortly. Anything else to add here, for the archives?

:)
drive-by
2016-03-14 09:12:32 UTC
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OLD DUDES IN METAPHYSICAL JUNGLES
"Art has absolutely no existence as veracity, as truth."
"The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests
me more than what he makes, because I've noticed that most artists
only repeat themselves."
"Deep down I'm enormously lazy. I like living, breathing better than
working."
"I don't believe in art. I believe in artists."
--Marcel Duchamp (1887 - 1968)
Old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Remind me of Marcel Duchamp's urinal--
It's not the functionality that
Makes the thing you piss in, beautiful
But the context of the object itself,
For even a toilet bowl has its intrinsic appeal,
For if you're desperate enough,
You might mistake it for a woman--
Round and cold like porcelain,
With a toilet freshener like some sweet perfume
Concealing her natural smells,
As you lovingly embrace her before
Going to sleep.
Of course, Marcel retired after perpetrating
His "art" on the ignorant public,
And I would not admire some urinal
In a men's room or in a museum--
A pissoir is still for pissing
No matter how you dress it up as high art--
And the old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Would probably agree if they still wash
Their hands and mind their p's and q's
And cross their t's now and then
And occasionally roll their r's--
But the circus goes on undetected even now--
With all the claims of omnipotence
And omniscience, we are still too damn small
For this universe,
No matter what trousers we wear and how we
Call our loves--snookums or snuggles--
And go about our daily boring lives,
Looking for something mystical in women's
Panties and brassieres, or something
Metaphysical in our private parts,
But death comes to all of us
Like one, two, three... poof!
And all the time we kept slumbering
Does not matter--
That old lady you met at the church
Might have died a month ago,
And pretty soon you will not remember
What she wore or what she looked like--
It will be another gaping hole in your memory,
Or who she loved, and what she waited for
All her life--
And her grandkids will not remember her,
But life is like that--not metaphysical or fancy--
And we all crap and piss in much the same way,
No matter where we go when it's over.
So I'm not concerned as much with metaphysics,
For the truth lies in embracing life
And the genuinely good moments it affords us.
February 18, 2007
--Alexander Shaumyan
http://www.shaumyan.com
Here's one from our sometimes-regular Alexander Shaumyan, which delves nicely into the Metaphysical question.
Nice stuff, overlooked the first time around.
R Mutt 1917
http://www.superuse.org/story/R-Mutt-Fountain/
Thanks Jimmy... getting a coffee and checking this out shortly. Anything else to add here, for the archives?
:)
Yes...got up took a piss, heading back to zzzz's Toilets are my artistic friends..:-)
Hieronymous707
2016-03-14 09:19:40 UTC
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Been there; done that.
Time to get dressed for
work. It's raining, so I'll
need to take towels and
a poncho. I see a very
wet forklift in my future.
drive-by
2016-03-14 11:53:22 UTC
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OLD DUDES IN METAPHYSICAL JUNGLES
"Art has absolutely no existence as veracity, as truth."
"The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests
me more than what he makes, because I've noticed that most artists
only repeat themselves."
"Deep down I'm enormously lazy. I like living, breathing better than
working."
"I don't believe in art. I believe in artists."
--Marcel Duchamp (1887 - 1968)
Old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Remind me of Marcel Duchamp's urinal--
It's not the functionality that
Makes the thing you piss in, beautiful
But the context of the object itself,
For even a toilet bowl has its intrinsic appeal,
For if you're desperate enough,
You might mistake it for a woman--
Round and cold like porcelain,
With a toilet freshener like some sweet perfume
Concealing her natural smells,
As you lovingly embrace her before
Going to sleep.
Of course, Marcel retired after perpetrating
His "art" on the ignorant public,
And I would not admire some urinal
In a men's room or in a museum--
A pissoir is still for pissing
No matter how you dress it up as high art--
And the old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Would probably agree if they still wash
Their hands and mind their p's and q's
And cross their t's now and then
And occasionally roll their r's--
But the circus goes on undetected even now--
With all the claims of omnipotence
And omniscience, we are still too damn small
For this universe,
No matter what trousers we wear and how we
Call our loves--snookums or snuggles--
And go about our daily boring lives,
Looking for something mystical in women's
Panties and brassieres, or something
Metaphysical in our private parts,
But death comes to all of us
Like one, two, three... poof!
And all the time we kept slumbering
Does not matter--
That old lady you met at the church
Might have died a month ago,
And pretty soon you will not remember
What she wore or what she looked like--
It will be another gaping hole in your memory,
Or who she loved, and what she waited for
All her life--
And her grandkids will not remember her,
But life is like that--not metaphysical or fancy--
And we all crap and piss in much the same way,
No matter where we go when it's over.
So I'm not concerned as much with metaphysics,
For the truth lies in embracing life
And the genuinely good moments it affords us.
February 18, 2007
--Alexander Shaumyan
http://www.shaumyan.com
Here's one from our sometimes-regular Alexander Shaumyan, which delves nicely into the Metaphysical question.
Nice stuff, overlooked the first time around.
R Mutt 1917
http://www.superuse.org/story/R-Mutt-Fountain/
Thanks Jimmy... getting a coffee and checking this out shortly. Anything else to add here, for the archives?
:)
Yes...got up took a piss, heading back to zzzz's Toilets are my artistic friends..:-)
Will has gone over the posting limit, asking me to post his response to my response....so here you go:

I have to take my 83 year old mother to the doctor this morning, then need to got get some heart and high blood pressure meds for myself after that, then to go play around in the springtime wonderwall of the Deep South... then talking with Brother Dave about riding out to Albany for a nice steak from my favorite waitress, little Miss Deidra.


Things are a raving beauty down here already, flowers, weeds, cats and fish jumping... with autumn, my favorite time of the year.


I love the Ch-ch-changes of season.


:)
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Music & poetry from Will Dockery & Friends:
http://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery
Will Dockery
2016-03-14 12:30:17 UTC
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OLD DUDES IN METAPHYSICAL JUNGLES
"Art has absolutely no existence as veracity, as truth."
"The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests
me more than what he makes, because I've noticed that most artists
only repeat themselves."
"Deep down I'm enormously lazy. I like living, breathing better than
working."
"I don't believe in art. I believe in artists."
--Marcel Duchamp (1887 - 1968)
Old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Remind me of Marcel Duchamp's urinal--
It's not the functionality that
Makes the thing you piss in, beautiful
But the context of the object itself,
For even a toilet bowl has its intrinsic appeal,
For if you're desperate enough,
You might mistake it for a woman--
Round and cold like porcelain,
With a toilet freshener like some sweet perfume
Concealing her natural smells,
As you lovingly embrace her before
Going to sleep.
Of course, Marcel retired after perpetrating
His "art" on the ignorant public,
And I would not admire some urinal
In a men's room or in a museum--
A pissoir is still for pissing
No matter how you dress it up as high art--
And the old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Would probably agree if they still wash
Their hands and mind their p's and q's
And cross their t's now and then
And occasionally roll their r's--
But the circus goes on undetected even now--
With all the claims of omnipotence
And omniscience, we are still too damn small
For this universe,
No matter what trousers we wear and how we
Call our loves--snookums or snuggles--
And go about our daily boring lives,
Looking for something mystical in women's
Panties and brassieres, or something
Metaphysical in our private parts,
But death comes to all of us
Like one, two, three... poof!
And all the time we kept slumbering
Does not matter--
That old lady you met at the church
Might have died a month ago,
And pretty soon you will not remember
What she wore or what she looked like--
It will be another gaping hole in your memory,
Or who she loved, and what she waited for
All her life--
And her grandkids will not remember her,
But life is like that--not metaphysical or fancy--
And we all crap and piss in much the same way,
No matter where we go when it's over.
So I'm not concerned as much with metaphysics,
For the truth lies in embracing life
And the genuinely good moments it affords us.
February 18, 2007
--Alexander Shaumyan
http://www.shaumyan.com
Here's one from our sometimes-regular Alexander Shaumyan, which delves nicely into the Metaphysical question.
Nice stuff, overlooked the first time around.
R Mutt 1917
http://www.superuse.org/story/R-Mutt-Fountain/
Thanks Jimmy... getting a coffee and checking this out shortly. Anything else to add here, for the archives?
:)
Yes...got up took a piss, heading back to zzzz's Toilets are my artistic friends..:-)
I have to take my 83 year old mother to the doctor this morning, then need to got get some heart and high blood pressure meds for myself after that, then to go play around in the springtime wonderwall of the Deep South... then talking with Brother Dave about riding out to Albany for a nice steak from my favorite waitress, little Miss Deidra.
Things are a raving beauty down here already, flowers, weeds, cats and fish jumping... with autumn, my favorite time of the year.
I love the Ch-ch-changes of season.
:)
--
http://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery
Thanks, Jimmy... out the door to do all of this that and the other, now.

Also checking in on George Sulzbach, who is due his insurance settlement any day now, after his near fatal accident on the "Alabama Autobahn" last August... the accident that /did/ take the life of his girlfriend, Sydney.

Probably take George with us to partake of one of the 13 ounce sirloin & baked potato special at the Albany Georgia steakhouse, Western Sizzlin;.

Or depending on how things go, that may wait until the Morrow.

:)
Michael Pendragon
2016-03-14 12:10:50 UTC
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OLD DUDES IN METAPHYSICAL JUNGLES
"Art has absolutely no existence as veracity, as truth."
"The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests
me more than what he makes, because I've noticed that most artists
only repeat themselves."
"Deep down I'm enormously lazy. I like living, breathing better than
working."
"I don't believe in art. I believe in artists."
--Marcel Duchamp (1887 - 1968)
Old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Remind me of Marcel Duchamp's urinal--
It's not the functionality that
Makes the thing you piss in, beautiful
But the context of the object itself,
For even a toilet bowl has its intrinsic appeal,
For if you're desperate enough,
You might mistake it for a woman--
Round and cold like porcelain,
With a toilet freshener like some sweet perfume
Concealing her natural smells,
As you lovingly embrace her before
Going to sleep.
Kinky bastard.
drive-by
2016-03-14 12:28:40 UTC
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OLD DUDES IN METAPHYSICAL JUNGLES
"Art has absolutely no existence as veracity, as truth."
"The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests
me more than what he makes, because I've noticed that most artists
only repeat themselves."
"Deep down I'm enormously lazy. I like living, breathing better than
working."
"I don't believe in art. I believe in artists."
--Marcel Duchamp (1887 - 1968)
Old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Remind me of Marcel Duchamp's urinal--
It's not the functionality that
Makes the thing you piss in, beautiful
But the context of the object itself,
For even a toilet bowl has its intrinsic appeal,
For if you're desperate enough,
You might mistake it for a woman--
Round and cold like porcelain,
With a toilet freshener like some sweet perfume
Concealing her natural smells,
As you lovingly embrace her before
Going to sleep.
Kinky bastard.
...and of course, don't forget to flush the lover...at times giving a drink of Drain cleaner for those nasty hair clogs....Me?..I'd rather hump a water-heater...:-)
Will Dockery
2016-03-14 12:58:09 UTC
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OLD DUDES IN METAPHYSICAL JUNGLES
"Art has absolutely no existence as veracity, as truth."
"The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests
me more than what he makes, because I've noticed that most artists
only repeat themselves."
"Deep down I'm enormously lazy. I like living, breathing better than
working."
"I don't believe in art. I believe in artists."
--Marcel Duchamp (1887 - 1968)
Old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Remind me of Marcel Duchamp's urinal--
It's not the functionality that
Makes the thing you piss in, beautiful
But the context of the object itself,
For even a toilet bowl has its intrinsic appeal,
For if you're desperate enough,
You might mistake it for a woman--
Round and cold like porcelain,
With a toilet freshener like some sweet perfume
Concealing her natural smells,
As you lovingly embrace her before
Going to sleep.
Kinky bastard.
Religious iconography?
Will Dockery
2016-03-15 06:05:33 UTC
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I feel my own poem coming soon, but this can be an exclusive.

:)
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OLD DUDES IN METAPHYSICAL JUNGLES
"Art has absolutely no existence as veracity, as truth."
"The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests
me more than what he makes, because I've noticed that most artists
only repeat themselves."
"Deep down I'm enormously lazy. I like living, breathing better than
working."
"I don't believe in art. I believe in artists."
--Marcel Duchamp (1887 - 1968)
Old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Remind me of Marcel Duchamp's urinal--
It's not the functionality that
Makes the thing you piss in, beautiful
But the context of the object itself,
For even a toilet bowl has its intrinsic appeal,
For if you're desperate enough,
You might mistake it for a woman--
Round and cold like porcelain,
With a toilet freshener like some sweet perfume
Concealing her natural smells,
As you lovingly embrace her before
Going to sleep.
Of course, Marcel retired after perpetrating
His "art" on the ignorant public,
And I would not admire some urinal
In a men's room or in a museum--
A pissoir is still for pissing
No matter how you dress it up as high art--
And the old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Would probably agree if they still wash
Their hands and mind their p's and q's
And cross their t's now and then
And occasionally roll their r's--
But the circus goes on undetected even now--
With all the claims of omnipotence
And omniscience, we are still too damn small
For this universe,
No matter what trousers we wear and how we
Call our loves--snookums or snuggles--
And go about our daily boring lives,
Looking for something mystical in women's
Panties and brassieres, or something
Metaphysical in our private parts,
But death comes to all of us
Like one, two, three... poof!
And all the time we kept slumbering
Does not matter--
That old lady you met at the church
Might have died a month ago,
And pretty soon you will not remember
What she wore or what she looked like--
It will be another gaping hole in your memory,
Or who she loved, and what she waited for
All her life--
And her grandkids will not remember her,
But life is like that--not metaphysical or fancy--
And we all crap and piss in much the same way,
No matter where we go when it's over.
So I'm not concerned as much with metaphysics,
For the truth lies in embracing life
And the genuinely good moments it affords us.
February 18, 2007
--Alexander Shaumyan
http://www.shaumyan.com
Here's one from our sometimes-regular Alexander Shaumyan, which delves nicely into the Metaphysical question.
Nice stuff, overlooked the first time around.
R Mutt 1917
http://www.superuse.org/story/R-Mutt-Fountain/
Thanks Jimmy... getting a coffee and checking this out shortly. Anything else to add here, for the archives?
:)
Yes...got up took a piss, heading back to zzzz's Toilets are my artistic friends..:-)
I have to take my 83 year old mother to the doctor this morning, then need to got get some heart and high blood pressure meds for myself after that, then to go play around in the springtime wonderwall of the Deep South... then talking with Brother Dave about riding out to Albany for a nice steak from my favorite waitress, little Miss Deidra.

Things are a raving beauty down here already, flowers, weeds, cats and fish jumping... with autumn, my favorite time of the year.

I love the Ch-ch-changes of season.

:D
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2019-04-16 04:08:15 UTC
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OLD DUDES IN METAPHYSICAL JUNGLES
"Art has absolutely no existence as veracity, as truth."
"The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests
me more than what he makes, because I've noticed that most artists
only repeat themselves."
"Deep down I'm enormously lazy. I like living, breathing better than
working."
"I don't believe in art. I believe in artists."
--Marcel Duchamp (1887 - 1968)
Old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Remind me of Marcel Duchamp's urinal--
It's not the functionality that
Makes the thing you piss in, beautiful
But the context of the object itself,
For even a toilet bowl has its intrinsic appeal,
For if you're desperate enough,
You might mistake it for a woman--
Round and cold like porcelain,
With a toilet freshener like some sweet perfume
Concealing her natural smells,
As you lovingly embrace her before
Going to sleep.
Of course, Marcel retired after perpetrating
His "art" on the ignorant public,
And I would not admire some urinal
In a men's room or in a museum--
A pissoir is still for pissing
No matter how you dress it up as high art--
And the old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Would probably agree if they still wash
Their hands and mind their p's and q's
And cross their t's now and then
And occasionally roll their r's--
But the circus goes on undetected even now--
With all the claims of omnipotence
And omniscience, we are still too damn small
For this universe,
No matter what trousers we wear and how we
Call our loves--snookums or snuggles--
And go about our daily boring lives,
Looking for something mystical in women's
Panties and brassieres, or something
Metaphysical in our private parts,
But death comes to all of us
Like one, two, three... poof!
And all the time we kept slumbering
Does not matter--
That old lady you met at the church
Might have died a month ago,
And pretty soon you will not remember
What she wore or what she looked like--
It will be another gaping hole in your memory,
Or who she loved, and what she waited for
All her life--
And her grandkids will not remember her,
But life is like that--not metaphysical or fancy--
And we all crap and piss in much the same way,
No matter where we go when it's over.
So I'm not concerned as much with metaphysics,
For the truth lies in embracing life
And the genuinely good moments it affords us.
February 18, 2007
--Alexander Shaumyan
http://www.shaumyan.com
Interesting.....
Will Dockery
2019-04-20 06:16:21 UTC
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OLD DUDES IN METAPHYSICAL JUNGLES
"Art has absolutely no existence as veracity, as truth."
"The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests
me more than what he makes, because I've noticed that most artists
only repeat themselves."
"Deep down I'm enormously lazy. I like living, breathing better than
working."
"I don't believe in art. I believe in artists."
--Marcel Duchamp (1887 - 1968)
Old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Remind me of Marcel Duchamp's urinal--
It's not the functionality that
Makes the thing you piss in, beautiful
But the context of the object itself,
For even a toilet bowl has its intrinsic appeal,
For if you're desperate enough,
You might mistake it for a woman--
Round and cold like porcelain,
With a toilet freshener like some sweet perfume
Concealing her natural smells,
As you lovingly embrace her before
Going to sleep.
Of course, Marcel retired after perpetrating
His "art" on the ignorant public,
And I would not admire some urinal
In a men's room or in a museum--
A pissoir is still for pissing
No matter how you dress it up as high art--
And the old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Would probably agree if they still wash
Their hands and mind their p's and q's
And cross their t's now and then
And occasionally roll their r's--
But the circus goes on undetected even now--
With all the claims of omnipotence
And omniscience, we are still too damn small
For this universe,
No matter what trousers we wear and how we
Call our loves--snookums or snuggles--
And go about our daily boring lives,
Looking for something mystical in women's
Panties and brassieres, or something
Metaphysical in our private parts,
But death comes to all of us
Like one, two, three... poof!
And all the time we kept slumbering
Does not matter--
That old lady you met at the church
Might have died a month ago,
And pretty soon you will not remember
What she wore or what she looked like--
It will be another gaping hole in your memory,
Or who she loved, and what she waited for
All her life--
And her grandkids will not remember her,
But life is like that--not metaphysical or fancy--
And we all crap and piss in much the same way,
No matter where we go when it's over.
So I'm not concerned as much with metaphysics,
For the truth lies in embracing life
And the genuinely good moments it affords us.
February 18, 2007
--Alexander Shaumyan
http://www.shaumyan.com
Interesting.....
Good find, Zod.
ME
2019-04-20 06:32:11 UTC
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Post by Alex
OLD DUDES IN METAPHYSICAL JUNGLES
"Art has absolutely no existence as veracity, as truth."
"The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests
me more than what he makes, because I've noticed that most artists
only repeat themselves."
"Deep down I'm enormously lazy. I like living, breathing better than
working."
"I don't believe in art. I believe in artists."
--Marcel Duchamp (1887 - 1968)
Old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Remind me of Marcel Duchamp's urinal--
It's not the functionality that
Makes the thing you piss in, beautiful
But the context of the object itself,
For even a toilet bowl has its intrinsic appeal,
For if you're desperate enough,
You might mistake it for a woman--
Round and cold like porcelain,
With a toilet freshener like some sweet perfume
Concealing her natural smells,
As you lovingly embrace her before
Going to sleep.
Of course, Marcel retired after perpetrating
His "art" on the ignorant public,
And I would not admire some urinal
In a men's room or in a museum--
A pissoir is still for pissing
No matter how you dress it up as high art--
And the old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Would probably agree if they still wash
Their hands and mind their p's and q's
And cross their t's now and then
And occasionally roll their r's--
But the circus goes on undetected even now--
With all the claims of omnipotence
And omniscience, we are still too damn small
For this universe,
No matter what trousers we wear and how we
Call our loves--snookums or snuggles--
And go about our daily boring lives,
Looking for something mystical in women's
Panties and brassieres, or something
Metaphysical in our private parts,
But death comes to all of us
Like one, two, three... poof!
And all the time we kept slumbering
Does not matter--
That old lady you met at the church
Might have died a month ago,
And pretty soon you will not remember
What she wore or what she looked like--
It will be another gaping hole in your memory,
Or who she loved, and what she waited for
All her life--
And her grandkids will not remember her,
But life is like that--not metaphysical or fancy--
And we all crap and piss in much the same way,
No matter where we go when it's over.
So I'm not concerned as much with metaphysics,
For the truth lies in embracing life
And the genuinely good moments it affords us.
February 18, 2007
--Alexander Shaumyan
http://www.shaumyan.com
Interesting.....
Good find, Zod.
Damn pissbum...
Y’all really miss Jim a lot don’t you?
This the fourth thread today that you’ve dug up about Jim.
Get over him, already.
Will Dockery
2019-04-20 06:33:27 UTC
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OLD DUDES IN METAPHYSICAL JUNGLES
"Art has absolutely no existence as veracity, as truth."
"The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests
me more than what he makes, because I've noticed that most artists
only repeat themselves."
"Deep down I'm enormously lazy. I like living, breathing better than
working."
"I don't believe in art. I believe in artists."
--Marcel Duchamp (1887 - 1968)
Old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Remind me of Marcel Duchamp's urinal--
It's not the functionality that
Makes the thing you piss in, beautiful
But the context of the object itself,
For even a toilet bowl has its intrinsic appeal,
For if you're desperate enough,
You might mistake it for a woman--
Round and cold like porcelain,
With a toilet freshener like some sweet perfume
Concealing her natural smells,
As you lovingly embrace her before
Going to sleep.
Of course, Marcel retired after perpetrating
His "art" on the ignorant public,
And I would not admire some urinal
In a men's room or in a museum--
A pissoir is still for pissing
No matter how you dress it up as high art--
And the old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Would probably agree if they still wash
Their hands and mind their p's and q's
And cross their t's now and then
And occasionally roll their r's--
But the circus goes on undetected even now--
With all the claims of omnipotence
And omniscience, we are still too damn small
For this universe,
No matter what trousers we wear and how we
Call our loves--snookums or snuggles--
And go about our daily boring lives,
Looking for something mystical in women's
Panties and brassieres, or something
Metaphysical in our private parts,
But death comes to all of us
Like one, two, three... poof!
And all the time we kept slumbering
Does not matter--
That old lady you met at the church
Might have died a month ago,
And pretty soon you will not remember
What she wore or what she looked like--
It will be another gaping hole in your memory,
Or who she loved, and what she waited for
All her life--
And her grandkids will not remember her,
But life is like that--not metaphysical or fancy--
And we all crap and piss in much the same way,
No matter where we go when it's over.
So I'm not concerned as much with metaphysics,
For the truth lies in embracing life
And the genuinely good moments it affords us.
February 18, 2007
--Alexander Shaumyan
http://www.shaumyan.com
Interesting.....
Good find, Zod.
.
Y’all really miss Jim
Jim who?
ME
2019-04-20 06:38:23 UTC
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OLD DUDES IN METAPHYSICAL JUNGLES
"Art has absolutely no existence as veracity, as truth."
"The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests
me more than what he makes, because I've noticed that most artists
only repeat themselves."
"Deep down I'm enormously lazy. I like living, breathing better than
working."
"I don't believe in art. I believe in artists."
--Marcel Duchamp (1887 - 1968)
Old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Remind me of Marcel Duchamp's urinal--
It's not the functionality that
Makes the thing you piss in, beautiful
But the context of the object itself,
For even a toilet bowl has its intrinsic appeal,
For if you're desperate enough,
You might mistake it for a woman--
Round and cold like porcelain,
With a toilet freshener like some sweet perfume
Concealing her natural smells,
As you lovingly embrace her before
Going to sleep.
Of course, Marcel retired after perpetrating
His "art" on the ignorant public,
And I would not admire some urinal
In a men's room or in a museum--
A pissoir is still for pissing
No matter how you dress it up as high art--
And the old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Would probably agree if they still wash
Their hands and mind their p's and q's
And cross their t's now and then
And occasionally roll their r's--
But the circus goes on undetected even now--
With all the claims of omnipotence
And omniscience, we are still too damn small
For this universe,
No matter what trousers we wear and how we
Call our loves--snookums or snuggles--
And go about our daily boring lives,
Looking for something mystical in women's
Panties and brassieres, or something
Metaphysical in our private parts,
But death comes to all of us
Like one, two, three... poof!
And all the time we kept slumbering
Does not matter--
That old lady you met at the church
Might have died a month ago,
And pretty soon you will not remember
What she wore or what she looked like--
It will be another gaping hole in your memory,
Or who she loved, and what she waited for
All her life--
And her grandkids will not remember her,
But life is like that--not metaphysical or fancy--
And we all crap and piss in much the same way,
No matter where we go when it's over.
So I'm not concerned as much with metaphysics,
For the truth lies in embracing life
And the genuinely good moments it affords us.
February 18, 2007
--Alexander Shaumyan
http://www.shaumyan.com
Interesting.....
Good find, Zod.
.
Y’all really miss Jim
Jim who?
BWAHAHAHAHA.
You stupid fuck.
Will Dockery
2019-04-20 06:42:31 UTC
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OLD DUDES IN METAPHYSICAL JUNGLES
"Art has absolutely no existence as veracity, as truth."
"The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests
me more than what he makes, because I've noticed that most artists
only repeat themselves."
"Deep down I'm enormously lazy. I like living, breathing better than
working."
"I don't believe in art. I believe in artists."
--Marcel Duchamp (1887 - 1968)
Old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Remind me of Marcel Duchamp's urinal--
It's not the functionality that
Makes the thing you piss in, beautiful
But the context of the object itself,
For even a toilet bowl has its intrinsic appeal,
For if you're desperate enough,
You might mistake it for a woman--
Round and cold like porcelain,
With a toilet freshener like some sweet perfume
Concealing her natural smells,
As you lovingly embrace her before
Going to sleep.
Of course, Marcel retired after perpetrating
His "art" on the ignorant public,
And I would not admire some urinal
In a men's room or in a museum--
A pissoir is still for pissing
No matter how you dress it up as high art--
And the old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Would probably agree if they still wash
Their hands and mind their p's and q's
And cross their t's now and then
And occasionally roll their r's--
But the circus goes on undetected even now--
With all the claims of omnipotence
And omniscience, we are still too damn small
For this universe,
No matter what trousers we wear and how we
Call our loves--snookums or snuggles--
And go about our daily boring lives,
Looking for something mystical in women's
Panties and brassieres, or something
Metaphysical in our private parts,
But death comes to all of us
Like one, two, three... poof!
And all the time we kept slumbering
Does not matter--
That old lady you met at the church
Might have died a month ago,
And pretty soon you will not remember
What she wore or what she looked like--
It will be another gaping hole in your memory,
Or who she loved, and what she waited for
All her life--
And her grandkids will not remember her,
But life is like that--not metaphysical or fancy--
And we all crap and piss in much the same way,
No matter where we go when it's over.
So I'm not concerned as much with metaphysics,
For the truth lies in embracing life
And the genuinely good moments it affords us.
February 18, 2007
--Alexander Shaumyan
http://www.shaumyan.com
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stupid fuck
Don't be so hard on yourself, "Me".

:)
ME
2019-04-20 06:52:42 UTC
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OLD DUDES IN METAPHYSICAL JUNGLES
"Art has absolutely no existence as veracity, as truth."
"The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests
me more than what he makes, because I've noticed that most artists
only repeat themselves."
"Deep down I'm enormously lazy. I like living, breathing better than
working."
"I don't believe in art. I believe in artists."
--Marcel Duchamp (1887 - 1968)
Old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Remind me of Marcel Duchamp's urinal--
It's not the functionality that
Makes the thing you piss in, beautiful
But the context of the object itself,
For even a toilet bowl has its intrinsic appeal,
For if you're desperate enough,
You might mistake it for a woman--
Round and cold like porcelain,
With a toilet freshener like some sweet perfume
Concealing her natural smells,
As you lovingly embrace her before
Going to sleep.
Of course, Marcel retired after perpetrating
His "art" on the ignorant public,
And I would not admire some urinal
In a men's room or in a museum--
A pissoir is still for pissing
No matter how you dress it up as high art--
And the old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Would probably agree if they still wash
Their hands and mind their p's and q's
And cross their t's now and then
And occasionally roll their r's--
But the circus goes on undetected even now--
With all the claims of omnipotence
And omniscience, we are still too damn small
For this universe,
No matter what trousers we wear and how we
Call our loves--snookums or snuggles--
And go about our daily boring lives,
Looking for something mystical in women's
Panties and brassieres, or something
Metaphysical in our private parts,
But death comes to all of us
Like one, two, three... poof!
And all the time we kept slumbering
Does not matter--
That old lady you met at the church
Might have died a month ago,
And pretty soon you will not remember
What she wore or what she looked like--
It will be another gaping hole in your memory,
Or who she loved, and what she waited for
All her life--
And her grandkids will not remember her,
But life is like that--not metaphysical or fancy--
And we all crap and piss in much the same way,
No matter where we go when it's over.
So I'm not concerned as much with metaphysics,
For the truth lies in embracing life
And the genuinely good moments it affords us.
February 18, 2007
--Alexander Shaumyan
http://www.shaumyan.com
<ignorant troll snipped>
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stupid fuck
Don't be so hard on yourself, "Me".
:)
Do you still jack off to his altered photo?
Will Dockery
2019-04-20 06:55:24 UTC
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OLD DUDES IN METAPHYSICAL JUNGLES
"Art has absolutely no existence as veracity, as truth."
"The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests
me more than what he makes, because I've noticed that most artists
only repeat themselves."
"Deep down I'm enormously lazy. I like living, breathing better than
working."
"I don't believe in art. I believe in artists."
--Marcel Duchamp (1887 - 1968)
Old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Remind me of Marcel Duchamp's urinal--
It's not the functionality that
Makes the thing you piss in, beautiful
But the context of the object itself,
For even a toilet bowl has its intrinsic appeal,
For if you're desperate enough,
You might mistake it for a woman--
Round and cold like porcelain,
With a toilet freshener like some sweet perfume
Concealing her natural smells,
As you lovingly embrace her before
Going to sleep.
Of course, Marcel retired after perpetrating
His "art" on the ignorant public,
And I would not admire some urinal
In a men's room or in a museum--
A pissoir is still for pissing
No matter how you dress it up as high art--
And the old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Would probably agree if they still wash
Their hands and mind their p's and q's
And cross their t's now and then
And occasionally roll their r's--
But the circus goes on undetected even now--
With all the claims of omnipotence
And omniscience, we are still too damn small
For this universe,
No matter what trousers we wear and how we
Call our loves--snookums or snuggles--
And go about our daily boring lives,
Looking for something mystical in women's
Panties and brassieres, or something
Metaphysical in our private parts,
But death comes to all of us
Like one, two, three... poof!
And all the time we kept slumbering
Does not matter--
That old lady you met at the church
Might have died a month ago,
And pretty soon you will not remember
What she wore or what she looked like--
It will be another gaping hole in your memory,
Or who she loved, and what she waited for
All her life--
And her grandkids will not remember her,
But life is like that--not metaphysical or fancy--
And we all crap and piss in much the same way,
No matter where we go when it's over.
So I'm not concerned as much with metaphysics,
For the truth lies in embracing life
And the genuinely good moments it affords us.
February 18, 2007
--Alexander Shaumyan
http://www.shaumyan.com
<ignorant troll snipped>
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Do you still
<snip>

Writes the troll so obsessed with me tat it stalked m here all the way from Topix Forums.

Still hung up on me, I see... so slobber on, "Me".

:)
ME
2019-04-20 06:58:50 UTC
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OLD DUDES IN METAPHYSICAL JUNGLES
"Art has absolutely no existence as veracity, as truth."
"The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests
me more than what he makes, because I've noticed that most artists
only repeat themselves."
"Deep down I'm enormously lazy. I like living, breathing better than
working."
"I don't believe in art. I believe in artists."
--Marcel Duchamp (1887 - 1968)
Old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Remind me of Marcel Duchamp's urinal--
It's not the functionality that
Makes the thing you piss in, beautiful
But the context of the object itself,
For even a toilet bowl has its intrinsic appeal,
For if you're desperate enough,
You might mistake it for a woman--
Round and cold like porcelain,
With a toilet freshener like some sweet perfume
Concealing her natural smells,
As you lovingly embrace her before
Going to sleep.
Of course, Marcel retired after perpetrating
His "art" on the ignorant public,
And I would not admire some urinal
In a men's room or in a museum--
A pissoir is still for pissing
No matter how you dress it up as high art--
And the old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Would probably agree if they still wash
Their hands and mind their p's and q's
And cross their t's now and then
And occasionally roll their r's--
But the circus goes on undetected even now--
With all the claims of omnipotence
And omniscience, we are still too damn small
For this universe,
No matter what trousers we wear and how we
Call our loves--snookums or snuggles--
And go about our daily boring lives,
Looking for something mystical in women's
Panties and brassieres, or something
Metaphysical in our private parts,
But death comes to all of us
Like one, two, three... poof!
And all the time we kept slumbering
Does not matter--
That old lady you met at the church
Might have died a month ago,
And pretty soon you will not remember
What she wore or what she looked like--
It will be another gaping hole in your memory,
Or who she loved, and what she waited for
All her life--
And her grandkids will not remember her,
But life is like that--not metaphysical or fancy--
And we all crap and piss in much the same way,
No matter where we go when it's over.
So I'm not concerned as much with metaphysics,
For the truth lies in embracing life
And the genuinely good moments it affords us.
February 18, 2007
--Alexander Shaumyan
http://www.shaumyan.com
<ignorant troll snipped>
Post by ME
Do you still
<snip>
Writes the troll so obsessed with me tat it stalked m here all the way from Topix Forums.
Still hung up on me, I see... so slobber on, "Me".
:)
God damn pissbum. For someone who claims to be a writer, you still can’t come up with any new and original insults.
Will Dockery
2019-04-20 07:02:22 UTC
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OLD DUDES IN METAPHYSICAL JUNGLES
"Art has absolutely no existence as veracity, as truth."
"The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests
me more than what he makes, because I've noticed that most artists
only repeat themselves."
"Deep down I'm enormously lazy. I like living, breathing better than
working."
"I don't believe in art. I believe in artists."
--Marcel Duchamp (1887 - 1968)
Old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Remind me of Marcel Duchamp's urinal--
It's not the functionality that
Makes the thing you piss in, beautiful
But the context of the object itself,
For even a toilet bowl has its intrinsic appeal,
For if you're desperate enough,
You might mistake it for a woman--
Round and cold like porcelain,
With a toilet freshener like some sweet perfume
Concealing her natural smells,
As you lovingly embrace her before
Going to sleep.
Of course, Marcel retired after perpetrating
His "art" on the ignorant public,
And I would not admire some urinal
In a men's room or in a museum--
A pissoir is still for pissing
No matter how you dress it up as high art--
And the old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Would probably agree if they still wash
Their hands and mind their p's and q's
And cross their t's now and then
And occasionally roll their r's--
But the circus goes on undetected even now--
With all the claims of omnipotence
And omniscience, we are still too damn small
For this universe,
No matter what trousers we wear and how we
Call our loves--snookums or snuggles--
And go about our daily boring lives,
Looking for something mystical in women's
Panties and brassieres, or something
Metaphysical in our private parts,
But death comes to all of us
Like one, two, three... poof!
And all the time we kept slumbering
Does not matter--
That old lady you met at the church
Might have died a month ago,
And pretty soon you will not remember
What she wore or what she looked like--
It will be another gaping hole in your memory,
Or who she loved, and what she waited for
All her life--
And her grandkids will not remember her,
But life is like that--not metaphysical or fancy--
And we all crap and piss in much the same way,
No matter where we go when it's over.
So I'm not concerned as much with metaphysics,
For the truth lies in embracing life
And the genuinely good moments it affords us.
February 18, 2007
--Alexander Shaumyan
http://www.shaumyan.com
<ignorant troll snipped>
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Post by Will Dockery
Writes the troll so obsessed with me tat it stalked m here all the way from Topix Forums.
Still hung up on me, I see... so slobber on, "Me".
:)
For someone who claims to be a writer
Are you claiming that, troll?
ME
2019-04-20 07:12:59 UTC
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"Art has absolutely no existence as veracity, as truth."
"The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests
me more than what he makes, because I've noticed that most artists
only repeat themselves."
"Deep down I'm enormously lazy. I like living, breathing better than
working."
"I don't believe in art. I believe in artists."
--Marcel Duchamp (1887 - 1968)
Old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Remind me of Marcel Duchamp's urinal--
It's not the functionality that
Makes the thing you piss in, beautiful
But the context of the object itself,
For even a toilet bowl has its intrinsic appeal,
For if you're desperate enough,
You might mistake it for a woman--
Round and cold like porcelain,
With a toilet freshener like some sweet perfume
Concealing her natural smells,
As you lovingly embrace her before
Going to sleep.
Of course, Marcel retired after perpetrating
His "art" on the ignorant public,
And I would not admire some urinal
In a men's room or in a museum--
A pissoir is still for pissing
No matter how you dress it up as high art--
And the old dudes in metaphysical jungles
Would probably agree if they still wash
Their hands and mind their p's and q's
And cross their t's now and then
And occasionally roll their r's--
But the circus goes on undetected even now--
With all the claims of omnipotence
And omniscience, we are still too damn small
For this universe,
No matter what trousers we wear and how we
Call our loves--snookums or snuggles--
And go about our daily boring lives,
Looking for something mystical in women's
Panties and brassieres, or something
Metaphysical in our private parts,
But death comes to all of us
Like one, two, three... poof!
And all the time we kept slumbering
Does not matter--
That old lady you met at the church
Might have died a month ago,
And pretty soon you will not remember
What she wore or what she looked like--
It will be another gaping hole in your memory,
Or who she loved, and what she waited for
All her life--
And her grandkids will not remember her,
But life is like that--not metaphysical or fancy--
And we all crap and piss in much the same way,
No matter where we go when it's over.
So I'm not concerned as much with metaphysics,
For the truth lies in embracing life
And the genuinely good moments it affords us.
February 18, 2007
--Alexander Shaumyan
http://www.shaumyan.com
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Post by Will Dockery
Writes the troll so obsessed with me tat it stalked m here all the way from Topix Forums.
Still hung up on me, I see... so slobber on, "Me".
:)
For someone who claims to be a writer
Are you claiming that, troll?
You know pissbum, if you didn’t snip everyone’s posts, maybe you would be confused all the time.

But you’re probably still wanking off to Jim’s picture.
But at least your obsession over Jim shows you have good taste in men.
He is a looker!
Will Dockery
2019-04-20 07:29:53 UTC
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Keep on jabbering away like the ignorant troll you are, "Me".

:)
General Zod
2019-04-20 07:42:25 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Keep on jabbering away like the ignorant troll you are, "Me".
:)
Antsy little creature isn't it?
ME
2019-04-20 08:46:50 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Keep on jabbering away like the ignorant troll you are, "Me".
:)
Just calling it like I see it pissbum.
You keep dragging up the old threads where you and Jim were still friends, and I’ll keep pointing out y’all’s mancrush on Jim.
Btw, those eyes of his are as beautiful and sexy as you dream they are.
Hieronymous Corey
2019-04-20 08:49:48 UTC
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Happy 420!
ME
2019-04-20 09:20:02 UTC
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Happy 420!
Happy 420 to you too.
Hieronymous Corey
2019-04-20 09:28:44 UTC
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Deepwater Horizon is the spill we still know well.
Adolf is eighty years into an eternity in Hell.
Columbine reminds us how we learn, and at what cost.
Points are made unspoken. I hope this one isn't lost.

Will Dockery
2019-04-20 09:10:33 UTC
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Y'all?

There's only one person here, "Me".

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