I know nothing. What I don't know today is Los Angeles. There's a road in
Los Angeles, a road, a real road with cars and everything; instead of
carrying on straight, straight, it leans off to one side like a presidential
erection before it became too noticeable. Cool huh? There is no reason for
the bend, no reason at all, it's just there. Ignore the big kink around the
big lake, fly left as you look towards all the big shit. See that big road?
That's the one. Follow it along and it'll turn. Impressed? Empressed. It's a
road. It turns a little bit. Don't you get it? There's no earthly reason, no
fucking reason, fuck fuck no reason, fuck reason, fuck it big, no reason. No
reason at all for this road to turn and yet it turns. LA. L fucking A with a
meaningless turning road. You don't find that beautiful? I really have got
to get you to love the meaningless.
Either side are pissy little buildings, pissy things that could be
bulldozed, meaningless buildings filled with meaningless people living and
working their way through their meaningless lives, and they're on a street
that turns. This street, road, big fucking highway - two lanes each way -
doesn't need to turn, really it doesn't. Bulldoze through the pissy, build
the road straight, look straight into the heart of LA from all the way out
in Arizona. Comb a big line down the middle of America, stretch this road
biig, set up a powerful telescope at either end and charge the tourists ten
bucks a pop, or a quarter to look. That's what LA would do if it really were
the soulfree anus that we've been told it is. It doesn't, it isn't.
You can view it two ways: LA making a token gesture to appease the
delicious, or LA accentuating this bent prank by building its big brick
saltlick mentality around it. Now, you know me, ever the optimist, pissing
on pessimism. Negativity? That's a nugatory, good buddy. No token gesture, I
have decreed so. Shallowness is allowed because there's a joke to not be
got. LA is beautiful. LA knows the new meaning of life (be meaningless,
reasonless, aimless. This is a step back from the more holistic 'be' but
I've been watching, and some of you haven't been 'be'ing right; it's a
right, not a privilege, and as the one with all the power today, I'm taking
something from you and burning it).
What's the point in meaning? Really. It's the philosophical question for
today. Think if you like that sort of thing. If you don't think you're only
gonna get my answer, and I only came up with it because I can't chew a
plastic cork for too long before my jaw aches. "Don't be meaningless; that
way lies anarchy." No. That way lies meaninglessness. Meaningless can't
exist without meaning, true; LA has its shallow meaning around its beautiful
meaninglessness, and you, dear self-helped-by-me one should do likewise. Be
the meaningless (meaningful) person you are, do everything the same, be
whatever you were being, but you take hold of your big real road with cars
and everything, and you make sure it has a meaningless lean to it.