primed

i think we could solve a lot of problems if everyone were primal. we'd also create a whole host of new problems. like what to do about cheesecake and similarly, the internet. only a referendum could solve this problem. the people would vote, a primal thing.

the vote would only pertain to the internet. we would just turn the leftover cheesecake into spa treatments and fertilizer. i anticipate the people would be pretty hesitant to abandon what has stretched their once unguaranteed 15 minutes to a definite 18.5 for all. the reset button is not immediately appealing because people mistakenly mistake all this hoo-ha for progress. (going back is, for them, digressing. imagine progressing by reverting! they laugh at the thought).

addiction is what's happening here. addiction and the possibility of 19. 19 basically irrelevant minutes of fame. the problem my friends, is that this is just like the case of refined carbs. you know how that story ends? let me remind you.

carbs make you "full" and in a very short while hungry again. and you know this whole "feeling full" thing? that's not a very primal thing. we never used to feel full because the food we ate did not make us feel anything. it was a sort of invisible fuel. it did not get in the way. now, we opt to feel from our food, probably at the expense of other feelings we could be having. i mean, it's true. you can't go around saying, "i'm so full, i'm really sad." or "i'm so full and really in love." full takes over. imagine if we never felt full or hungry. there'd be so much fucking space and time for other things, more useful things. such is a primal life.

one i know, we call him "he." is never satiated. he is a little bloated and over salted and so not in touch with his earth. he is always eating. hungry. "i'm starving" says he and i am bored out of my mind listening. he prepares a bowl of cheerios. innocent. his mother's spaghetti. love. his bowels are not regular. every god damn slice of bread does this to he. even the whole grain. especially the whole grain.

while we're on the topic: what a fucking liar she is, the whole grain loaf. she's like the stripper who says, "no really - it's a respectful gig." lies lies. incidentally, the stripper's only potential argument is a primal one. it's the oldest trade there is; blah blah. but respectful - no. let's not pretend we are what we are not. that wouldn't be very primal of us. wheat bread is still bread. i don't care if you can read, stripper. whisper: you're still a streeeper.

so my advice to you people is to stay away from both the lady of the night and the sugary molecules. they are bad for your health and we all know, if you don't have health in this world, what do you have?

if you are in the business of thinking on this rained sunday then think about this: which of these is more primal: the blues or country. think hard.