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10-14-2008, 10:19 PM | #46 (permalink) | |
Master, We Perish
Join Date: Sep 2008
Location: Havin a good time, rollin to the bottom.
Posts: 3,710
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I would've liked Bitch Made in China a bit better. But I just like calling people bitch made.
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11-30-2008, 01:52 PM | #47 (permalink) |
Meanie McFeany
Join Date: Aug 2008
Location: Troy side'ah the dirt, NY
Posts: 455
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(A) COA (Are We Well-Adjusted Yet?)
A COA (Are We Well-Adjusted Yet?) The Social Learning Approach Actions that lead to rewards. Our parents teach us how to lie. How to be cunning-linguists, and con-artists. Sultans of spin artistry. Teach us how to cry. Socialization The process of teaching behavior based on beliefs and standards. Everything’s twisted, just like fifteen-rounders, an under age whore’s hair, home alone, or at a bar, or driving your beat-scene car. Steal something and they’ll laugh and call you crazy, Set a plate the wrong way and you’re useless, a supposed bad kind of insane. Street-smarts, individual car parts. Perfectionists, victims of OCD and the drunk-logic artistry. It was mundane to keep things on an even swag. To be a justifier, an illegal-esque liar. Heredity Alcoholic, narcotics addict. Well-read, subjective semantics. Never a straight answer, problematic, in the process of honing your tactic. A corrupt politician - anorexia, malnutrition. Very successful at your art, in Irony. Congratulations, you can manipulate simple addition. Fear of abandonment, because you were there in a Dylan-esque caliber. Another dimension, co-dependant. You’re stripped bare, And Not There at all. “Expand Your Horizons” Being exposed to different Proper Nouns. These were my people. These were my parents. These were my friends. People, places, and things. Drunks, addicts, bums, dime-men, spin-artists, hustlers, poor, rich, beautiful, hideous, Acne Vulgaris. Those were the people. Played cards with communists in the Projects. Had Irish Bailey’s with all the mad-hatters in the Wonderland. Called myself a socialist, stuck in the Badlands. Snorted coke with Freud, did lunch with the humanoids on a daily basis. Life goes by like molasses dripping, off the table. |
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