It was brought to my attention that I had something very specific to discuss but suffice it to say, I forget.
Papercuts hurt like a mother.
Perhaps, while we are on the subject of tainted goods, I will begin with a few tainted things.
Modern dance. Tainted forever by the silly screeching noises of experimental music which ultimately end up sounding like a cat in heat peeing through the pain of a urinary tract infection atop a steel drum being scratched up as it writhes through the supreme hurt of a burning pee.
Steel drums. Tainted forever by white boys with dreads. And the sound of steel drums.
A Liberal Arts education. Tainted forever by the overwhelming population of kids with trust funds who think they know everything there is to know and like to quote Borges and are constantly in a fight to the death for having the most eclectic tastes in music and rightly and firmly believe in anti-establishment and anti-capitalism while sitting around in a room smoking an eighth of $60 weed bought from a delivery service out of a $100 glass bong and then watching pretty screensaver patterns on their laptops.
I pushed that one a bit far.
Lou Gehrig. Tainted forever by the disease.
Jesus. Tainted forever by religion.
Condi Rice. Tainted forever by birth.
Theater.
Taint. Tainted forever by the word "taint"
Swimming pools. Tainted forever by the urge to pee in the water to stay warm.
And yet, we love them for their flaws. Except for Condi. She can go.
In an ideal world. I will be watching dance-theater to the strains of electronic music, rubbing Jesus' taint in the swimming pool while discussing Nietzsche as we laugh and chortle like little girls witnessing Condi Rice twitching from Lou Gehrig's disease (Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis)
A progressive, fatal neurodegenerative disease caused by the degeneration of motor neurons.
Once again, a bit far. But this is the place to do it.
And let's cherish this moment with a critical milestone in history.
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