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Articles: Careen into Obtuse Metaphor. |
Posted by
Dolorosa on Friday, May 17, 2002 - 09:09 AM PST
This is a tale, of nothing in particular. It isn't really important, and it probably isn't relative. But god damn it, somebody'll figure something from it. In any case, it all started when I discovered...I wasn't wearing any pants.
I was walking around one day, minding my own freaking business when this butterfly comes out of nowhere and slams into my head. Freaking butterfly. So I started chasing it around...which was kinda' fun, 'cause...well you know, no pants.
After awhile, some other people started running around with me, but they couldn't see the butterfly, because it was a magical butterfly that only I could see. I think they were running around with me because I was having fun, or at least so it seemed...I was actually starting to get pissed off. Just couldn't catch the little bastard.
And then god set me on fire. I know he smokes 'cause he has this cool zippo that says "G-man" on it. I had a lot of gel in my hair so I just sort of went up in this "whumpf!" noise.
So now I just ran in a straight line, because, shit...being on fire friggin' sucks. Everybody else starts following me, laughing and stuff. I think they were still having fun or some junk, but by this time, things really started to suck hard.
I was saved by this hedgehog looking thing carrying a bucket full of angst filled poo water. He just sits back, sucks down a smoke and douses the holy bejesus out of me.
At least I wasn't on fire anymore...I smelled funny, looked worse and all these morons were dancing around me. But The hedgehog thingie had thwarted God's righteous vengence.
AND THEN! The freaking butterfly comes after me again.
I'm gonna' find out where he lives, and then I'm gonna' wait for him with a shoe...with which I will beat him stupid. Damn butterflies.
Alright, pop quiz hotshots...what the hell was I just talking about?
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Re: Careen into Obtuse Metaphor.
by Xaoswolf (Xaoswolf@hotmail.com)
on May 17, 2002 - 10:59 AM
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I used to work with a guy named Gautam. We called him G-Man also, but I don't think he was God. Then one day my freind Judd told him "Oh yeah, well my god can beat up your god." I don't think they talk much anymore...
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Re: Careen into Obtuse Metaphor.
by Meranda_Jade (Meranda@mymind.com)
on May 17, 2002 - 12:49 PM
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hmmm.... either you had a really freaky dream, or you're using this as a metaphor for your life. or more specifically, recent events in your life.
First of all, you were caught with your pants down. Pretty easy symbol to interpret, and we all get caught at some point or other in our lives...
This made it easier for the butterfly to fuck with you... the butterfly is love, happiness, and all the good, sweet, wonderful elusive things that we can never quite grasp. But they're sure a helluva lot of fun to chase. The weird thing is, it can be very frustrating to chase those butterflies, but the secret is, it's more fun when you're chasing them than when you do manage to catch one. Then you're left with a bit of powdery mush in your hand and no more butterflies to chase.
The crowd will always follow the one who is having fun, that's a given. Even when you're not having fun anymore, and are flailing about in pain, they'll hang around, simply because something's happening, and it's not happening to them. Best to just ignore them and go on your way...
Now, sometimes god does get pissy when he sees someone having fun and chasing butterflies, maybe because he's too busy to chase them himself. He likes to pick on these poor souls using any means necessary... or maybe he just didn't feel that that was your butterfly to chase, so he gave you sometihing else to worry about. The hedgehog was your friend, throwing a big bunch of sloppy, gloppy reality your way... it put out the fire, but of course, the crowd is blissfully ignorant of the stench.
When the butterfly comes back, you may be tempted to crush it, but if you do, another butterfly will just come along to take its place. Eventually, you'll stop smashing butterflies, and go back to chasing them, maybe this time, only for the thrill of the chase.
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Re: Careen into Obtuse Metaphor.
by Comedian (eccentrically_long@yahoo.com)
on May 17, 2002 - 03:48 PM
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I can just see it now--
Third person view of a man with no pants running through a field of flowerrs with a bunch of dirty hippies chasing after him, and a butterfly in the air just in front of him, his vanilla ice haircut a giant pillar of flame, and the chariots of fire theme playing the whole time.
Fuck yeah.
I need to find another NoDoz.
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Re: Careen into Obtuse Metaphor.
by MorteAscendo on May 19, 2002 - 11:01 AM
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I AM THE HEDGEHOG!!!!!!!!!!! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!
>:-K
DAMN IM GOOD!!!!!! wait...ummm...sorry :CLICK CLICK: Deleted
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