The Jonas Brothers
The Montauk Monster
Bigfoot
A 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 second spotlight which burns out to satisfy our insatiable hunger for the ridiculous,
the freakish
and the straight up odd.
All we've been able to do with such pre·pos·ter·ous·ness is judge·laugh·and·question.
Bearing no real significance to everyday life, fantasy images are the adult fairy tales. That which we rip apart but hope so hard to be real
But to what end do we procure these photos if all we do is focus our attention on the socially crippling anyway?
Take exhibit A: The Jonas Brothers
The idea of alternative rock as a shield from stones of the N*SYNC bashers of yore. Such insanity; the debilitating and horror stricken faces of 3 young boys that just wanted to go to high school, now have their cocks force fed through leather pants and into the eyes and ears of sexually repressed Christian girls from the Mid-West.
Oh the brutality of child labor!
Such impertinent woe!
Yet a spectacle none-the-less...
Something for us to point at and question.
Exhibit C: Bigfoot
All I can say is how badly I wished all DNA tests would come back positive. A new species of animal. I said to my friend Phil last night that it would help me to believe in so much more. Aliens, God, Sea Monsters, all things frivolous would open up as possibly viable. I would question myself as a person and open my eyes to all sorts of things wondrous and unexplained.
For a moment I held faith in something.
Something un-reinforced
This is how some fanatics of religion must feel.
And even though the DNA report showed it to be part human and part opossum the hope I had for this to be a Georgian cash cow will far exceed the profits made off the Bigfoot Autopsy Tape that is surely going to be released in a few years time.
Some may say the similarities between the brothers Jonas and Harry aren't that great. I ask that you not feign digression. For they are both spectacles with a future ridden in latent enrichment, they both are timepieces of foresight. A form of fictitious prudence. We will look at these things as H.G Wells' 1938 radio broadcast of the martian landings. Ploys for commercialism. Our obsession with the unknown and our lack of content, contempt and contrition
The Montauk Monster
Bigfoot
Each just as controversial as the next.
A 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 second spotlight which burns out to satisfy our insatiable hunger for the ridiculous,
the freakish
and the straight up odd.
All we've been able to do with such pre·pos·ter·ous·ness is judge·laugh·and·question.
Bearing no real significance to everyday life, fantasy images are the adult fairy tales. That which we rip apart but hope so hard to be real
But to what end do we procure these photos if all we do is focus our attention on the socially crippling anyway?
Take exhibit A: The Jonas Brothers
The idea of alternative rock as a shield from stones of the N*SYNC bashers of yore. Such insanity; the debilitating and horror stricken faces of 3 young boys that just wanted to go to high school, now have their cocks force fed through leather pants and into the eyes and ears of sexually repressed Christian girls from the Mid-West.
Oh the brutality of child labor!
Such impertinent woe!
Yet a spectacle none-the-less...
Something for us to point at and question.
Exhibit C: Bigfoot
All I can say is how badly I wished all DNA tests would come back positive. A new species of animal. I said to my friend Phil last night that it would help me to believe in so much more. Aliens, God, Sea Monsters, all things frivolous would open up as possibly viable. I would question myself as a person and open my eyes to all sorts of things wondrous and unexplained.
For a moment I held faith in something.
Something un-reinforced
This is how some fanatics of religion must feel.
And even though the DNA report showed it to be part human and part opossum the hope I had for this to be a Georgian cash cow will far exceed the profits made off the Bigfoot Autopsy Tape that is surely going to be released in a few years time.
Some may say the similarities between the brothers Jonas and Harry aren't that great. I ask that you not feign digression. For they are both spectacles with a future ridden in latent enrichment, they both are timepieces of foresight. A form of fictitious prudence. We will look at these things as H.G Wells' 1938 radio broadcast of the martian landings. Ploys for commercialism. Our obsession with the unknown and our lack of content, contempt and contrition
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