Boozy Rant #10: Rattling Thoughts Over A Deluge of Experience.
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Growing up in the South-West townships of South Africa, dusty, noisy, having your occasional brush with the void via the death-traps we call taxis (I hate being teased like this), the over familiarity of neighbors, boozy uncles and the random chase by a semi-rabid stray (no, I won't mention thugs and gangs... I'm not a heck of a writer); all considered in this hereafter helped build me to some degree rather than shape me into a typical character trope mostly envisioned by those who speak as though they new what they were talking about.
Yes, all considered, I did turn out sort of okay. Barring the years of christian fundamentalist and being a fascistic crap pot, I can say that (to be paradoxically precise) I'm not a half bad lump of sentient matter. Though I do look back and think that things might have gone sideways many time over (as they did) or, in the case of my misadventures into Alex Jones/Rush Limbaugh territory, could have stayed the same. I don't know which would be worse. Now that I write this out I've spent a larger amount of ticks on the clock in some kind of political pursuasion. First as a demented rightwing type and now a thorough atheistic socialist degenerate offering young babes and virgins to some ungodly collective of horned and hooded masters. This change wasn't sudden, mind you, and I have paid with some losses. Thought now I look back and say how could I have ever kept that type of company, hated so carelessly people and their private pursuasions. Some of the hating power is still left over but reserved for those who would love to see us divided, under a theocratic thumb and most of all those with the greatest eagerness to chill those progresses we take for granted. What was I on about? Image Source
I don't think there is a strict topic but rather a theme of change through the thread of my thoughts. I'm not doing for some platitude and wore out wisdom but just dancing in the wind with this. Maybe I'm subconsciously reciprocating the shared feeling and the thoughtfulness that comes with a start of a new years which could be worse for a nihilist, the inscription of objective meaning on the meat of reality. Whatever... music by Ludwig Van Beethovan
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