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    dots Submission Name: Breathalize Everyonedots
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    Author: MyX
    ASL Info:    27/m/Ohio
    Elite Ratio:    4.38 - 932/973/107
    Words: 831
    Class/Type: Rant/Death
    Total Views: 2098
    Average Vote:    No vote yet.
    Bytes: 5665



    Description:
       Must have found some extra inspiration when working on my book in one of those 24 hour diners.

    Itallics belong all over the place, but I didn't feel like fumbling around figuring out how to use them on this site.
    Bear with it.


    MyX


    Make the font bigger!! Double Spacing Back to recent posts.

    dotsBreathalize Everyonedots
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    I've been comparing the likelihood
    of one piece bathing suit owners turning down
    Reece's cups,
    to a fair chance at understanding
    the bumbling, mumbo jumbling, mindlessly gossiping,
    festering fuck offs that surround me.
    I guess I am not the only one that enjoys eggs at 3am.
    So here I am
    trashed like the calendar of every squandered day,
    soaked in a cold hard sweat of impulsiveness
    aimlessly striving like the upkeep of a virgin daughter
    for the promises that are never again.

    Stop right there!
    I'll wait here

    I came for the scorching hot sting
    of decaf that makes my tongue feel like sand paper,
    the comforting sound of dishes, dirty and clean,
    colliding recklessly,
    And all of the people gabbing away about the truths
    the fallacies, the underprivileged , the highly revered.
    the rich and all the rest.
    The groups of late teen boys surfing the remains of their
    adolescence in discussions of the bible's most vulnerable holes,
    to the stressed out husbands and wives wrinkling each other's craniums with
    heated arguments involving their mortgage, in-laws and children.
    to the silent lies spoken between a nave young couple that still
    think they have their whole lives ahead of them to spend together,
    to the giggling groups of girls wading in the joys of trivial matters,
    to the practice of my perseverance as I await my next refill..

    What is acceptable,
    you ask?
    Who gives a shit?!
    I answer.

    Eggs at 3am.
    A great escape from the
    'I wanna dip my breasts in it'
    mentality of the strip clubs
    A hopeful alternative to the
    'I will blacken your eyes and knock your teeth out'
    hostility of the dive bars
    Or a nice coffee break from the
    'Leave it to me, you're worthless'
    sentiments of the church.

    We've got everyone here.
    They all look the same to me.
    Like a 1940's photograph of the meatpackers union.
    within a short sequential scroll of a 1950s cartoon,
    still bearing the delusional and care free attitudes of the 1960s
    yet burned out and restless like the 1970s.
    All copying the aboriginality and clueless minds of the 1980s
    where it was easy to dip delicious lollipops into toilet talk,
    resorting to the malevolence and greed of the 1990s where
    one can get his ass beaten by a gang leader with braces.
    How come they are all stuck on the short bus of the 21st century?
    And all we have left to look forward to are the
    prayers fallen on deaf ears
    our unanswered dreams
    the screaming explanations
    and soaring exclamations.

    Numerated blessings
    and degenerate fascinations....

    What are they all looking at?
    I am not the extra that never gets laid in
    the late night soft-core pornos.
    I am not the game show contestant jumping up
    and down in excitement over a new car.
    I am not the man in the background of a 10 minute
    workout video vigorously shifting his hips and pumping his fists.

    What do you want exactly?
    A fucking refill would be nice.

    And how am I supposed to eat this?
    I'm sandwiched in between an old woman
    that can't wipe well enough
    and covers their funk with white shoulder
    whale spunk, and another insect of a woman
    that has to flip through 1800 pages of advertisements
    consisting of drugged, bronze-grazed still-whores in scandalous
    clothing to learn that one can reach an orgasm faster by fucking without
    a rubber.
    Why do we bother?
    We will never be satisfied with who we are,
    what we look like
    or what we do,
    because of our own and each others
    judgmental nature orchestrated
    by the overpowering influence of the media we created.
    Even those that we are supposed to idolize
    are mere shadows of the world's ultimate failure.
    So we ruthlessly berate them too.

    We're always over-stressed and rarely find a moment's time
    to relax, exhale and rest.
    Every sign of love and affection is reciprocated by
    the pain, hatred, jealousy and misery that always follows.
    We're always in danger of losing everything we've got in this
    world of bureaucracy, despite the security that the majority of us
    buy into.
    Outsourcing, downsizing, cost cutting, war waging, senseless killing...

    Buttfucking, cocksucking.......

    We want to resign from our bullshit lives,
    digress from our banal lifestyles,
    yet we never look to the poorer quarters
    where the grief makes more sense.
    We will never stop hiding behind the tiresome rationale
    that society is fucked
    and out from within those clinical and cynical proclamations
    to take responsibility for our own fucking actions.
    Like a stained Sunday dress,
    we're blemished by something awful
    yet blessed like all the rest.
    The urine sample is always half full.
    Someone please tell me why I shouldn't shit myself
    in this bathroom stall

    Are you for real?
    No, are you fucking kidding?


    -MyX




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      I can relate to this post because it reminds me of how much of a people watcher I am when I'm sitting at the diner, all tuned up after the bar. But isn't it crazy how observant one can be at 3 am?? You categorized a lot of key groups that ALWAYS waste their lives doin the same shit but on different days, its almost like clockwork when you think about it. Now I know I am being a little hypocritical when I say this because it is pretty routine for me to be sitting at the same diner, in the same seat, watching the same fucking people who i truly think dont even see me, but whatever. ANYWAY I totally enjoyed the read, very good word usage even down to the f bombs. They just added personality that helped take serious thoughts and give them a comical relief, otherwise without that it would just sound like you were a judgmental asshat, I guess. ya know, too cool for school type.


    -AERE
    | Posted on 2011-11-20 00:00:00 | by AEREASSAULT | [ Reply to This ]
      Popular post.

    You make the long rant thing work. Thats hard to do without boring people.

    This is great. Funny and grim. Overwhelmingly cynical, but great...Fantastic.
    | Posted on 2010-03-22 00:00:00 | by MyWrites | [ Reply to This ]
      yo mad cool write. It is real.

    we just to lazy to change our lives and take responsibility for our actions. its easier to blame society and whine about it.


    peace
    | Posted on 2007-10-07 00:00:00 | by WD-40 | [ Reply to This ]
      reads like a song.... arctic monkeys anyone?..
    | Posted on 2007-06-07 00:00:00 | by esoterica | [ Reply to This ]
      "Why do we bother?
    We will never be satisfied with who we are,
    what we look like
    or what we do,
    because of our own and each others
    judgmental nature orchestrated
    by the overpowering influence of the media we created.
    Even those that we are supposed to idolize
    are mere shadows of the world's ultimate failure.
    So we ruthlessly berate them too."

    true. I liked this part.

    sheesh WE did create the media.

    sweet rant.

    | Posted on 2006-11-27 00:00:00 | by Uthmaan | [ Reply to This ]
      Amusing MyX, extremely.
    You remind me of a trucker in this scenery. You constantly add to the cynism (sp, of course).
    Is it not the strangest concept? We combine all these stories and couples, eggs, urges and people together and it's a simple restaurant.
    Have you ever heard of the Fibonnaci (sp, again) sequence? I'm sure you have.
    I don't know exactly why you remind me of this. One number added to the other will make the result, and the next two, the next number (like, I think it was 1, 3, 4, 7, 11, 18...I think. Not sure).
    You're number one here, the eggs three. And then with you and the eggs, a person with common urges. Eggs and urges...and "c'est la vie"-ness.
    Tell me. What did you have in mind?
    | Posted on 2006-05-26 00:00:00 | by JenFlynn | [ Reply to This ]
      i can see rob in this world of yours somehow: it is how he used to write and how you continue to write (not on his behalf but there is a kindredness here) - and it is like a constancy thing with you.
    i rather know what i will get from MyX and i always enjoy the bits i know i should dislike.
    are we really so far beyond redemption?
    you write of the lobotomised and the desensitised but isn't there something better?
    not in this slo-mo b movie world - the one where you choose to roam.
    i like that you volunteer yourself for this onerous duty because i know you like it down there in the sump.
    it is like having a plumber of one's own or for that matter a resident rent boy or somesuch. someone to do the dirty things in life and all we have to do is read about it.
    i daresay there is a patron saint of the dispossessed and greasy - you should mark his day...
    always a (perverse) pleasure, never a chore.
    take care mate,
    K
    | Posted on 2006-03-30 00:00:00 | by Awkward | [ Reply to This ]
      haha, that's [censored]in' awesome man...ya leave the site for a bit and ur writing's still as good as before...it's so ammusing, all ya gotta do is point out the BS that goes on everyday and you're praised and considered amazing by everyone...haha myself included in that. but anyway I liked this one alot...the best "rant" I've read in so long. dude come back for good sometime k? LIB and JTB never match how good u were at...frankly bein' a smartass but u knew that
    peace
    | Posted on 2006-03-02 00:00:00 | by silent_death12 | [ Reply to This ]
      ...I am not sure what to say, you're rants could be the best I've heard today, since I am having a bad [censored] day. But you're view on Society, the way people are, The Establishment. I'm not sure if I understand everything you say in perspective, because I'm in school, and i want to re-read you're writing again, but I re-read the parts I enjoyed mostly. "Every sign of love and affection is reciprocated by
    the pain, hatred, jealousy and misery that always follows.
    We're always in danger of losing everything we've got in this
    world of bureaucracy"
    it's weird how being in enviroment can influence to write things, than compared being at home or something.
    I don't know..really. but this is a very good [censored] write.
    | Posted on 2006-03-02 00:00:00 | by rAbit | [ Reply to This ]
      haha, damns MyX, your always hilarious! this one made me feel like I was really in a diner, and that was cool. i think this was one of the coolest rants or whatever you call it!
    MyX, your the funniest person I indirectly know, keep it up man and I hope to see more of your funny poetry!

    ~Zach~
    | Posted on 2006-03-10 00:00:00 | by insphered soul | [ Reply to This ]


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