I am deeply in love with Merdia, goddess of first creations. She shows me my true destiny; she, more than any of the millions in the teeming pantheon, smells of truth. She, not my mother, was my first love. My mother I cannot help but resent; I am her creation, not she mine. We both know this, and this is her eternal power over me. How do I transcend this knowledge? To whom do I turn to draw power to combat my mother's supernatural strength? Merdia, she is the goddess of my first creation and the power of my once and future combats.
This is frankly, degraded.
ReplyDeleteActualy I think this whole shit-mommy thing is massagynistic and you should stop it. Women arent there to combat, their there to suckcum to.
ReplyDeleteI think it's beautiful. Here's a sadoo struggling with the core issues of life in a way that's real, vital, authentic, and rich. It doesn't have to be pretty. I am glad, though, I'm just Fanny with my homemade muffins and radicchio salad, and don't have to deal with all this sadoo stuff.
ReplyDeleteThe sadoo needs to spend less time worrying about his mother and his merde and more time making real changes in the real world like a real man. Get with the program, sadoo.
ReplyDeleteI find the Sadoo's constant obsession with the lower aspects of existence--his eternal, daily, even hourly focus on matters better left undiscussed in better society--to be inflexible. I, for example, am a mirror builder. The Sadoo should leave his unhealthy obsessions behind and devote his time to helping me build my mirrors.
ReplyDeleteI am a priest and I know degradations when I see them. There are 7 things wrong with this post: the obsession with something which shouldn't be obsessed about, the erection of a false deity in that obsession's name, the challenge to motherhood, the challenge to motherhood from a degraded challenger, the false elevation of this entire muck through highfaluting language, and the horrible hubris the sadoo assumes in challenging the order of things.
ReplyDeleteIn this specific issue--a healthy interest in shit and a refusal to hide this interest to appease the delicate and common hordes--I support the sadoo. However, in his need to find a deity--his need to prostrate himself before a "higher" being--he is not only wrong but pathetic. The only higher being, the only entity worthy of worship, is the cat. And I am the greatest cat. Bow, humans, or die.
ReplyDeleteThe point, my dears, is neither the objectivity of my fascination nor the moral truth of it (which seem to be the same thing) nor the cloacal nastiness of the objects in question, but the sheer joy I as a sadoo take from acts of scatting and the apotheosis I am driven to create from that joy. Jesus, perhaps because she is presumably the only non-human member of the above contributors, might be closest to my mind; yet she remains an infinite distance from it. Perhaps because she's covered with beauty and designed solely to sleep and kill.
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