We’ll be honest, folks - we’ve still got more fucklists lined up. It’s just that doing them has sort of become a chore. And if fuck(list)ing isn’t fun, then what’s the point in doing it?
Enter Paul. Paul is a really funny guy. We don’t actually know him all that well, but what we know, we like. We figured his fucklist would be funny and weird, probably delivered in a dead-pan manner appropriate for Paul’s clever comic timing.
But what the fuck are we meant to make of this? Who the fuck are these people? Sally someone? A Ryan, maybe Gosling? Someone Boyle or Bogle? Is Tent Henry meant to be Paul Henry? I’m guessing Tom Cruise is the last person? And what exactly are all these made up first names meant to mean? Who would want to get inside a lump of soil?
Fuck you, Paul.
[video]
“ “But people would squirm, it would hurt them in some way,
And I am too knowledgeable now to hurt people imprecisely.
/ No longer do I live by the law of me,
No longer having the excuse of youth or craziness,
/ And dying you know shows a serious ingratitude
For sunsets and beehive hairdos and the precious green corrugated
/ Pickles they place at the edge of your plate.
Killing yourself is wasteful, like spilling oil
/ At sea or not recycling all the kisses you’ve been given,
And anyway, who has clothes nice enough to be caught dead in?
/ Not me. You stay alive you stupid asshole
Because you haven’t been excused,
/ You haven’t finished though it takes a mulish stubbornness
To chew this food.
/ It is a stone, it is an inconvenience, it is an innocence,
And I turn against it like a record
/ Turns against the needle
That makes it play.” ”
— Tony Hoagland, ‘What Narcissism Means To Me’ - 2003
(Source: swyhis, via somethingsomethingriverwoods)
