Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Dragons or Princesses


“Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.” Rainer Marie Rilke

I'm not jaded enough to read this quote without feeling some tug from the wounded depths of my shattered pride. It's almost a little too close to the truth. If Rilke was alive I'd have to go punch his face for exposing me in my skid marked underwear in 7th grade picking my bookbag up off the ground as the pretty girls laughed in knee socks and Rick Springfield T-shirts, knowing that if I didn't make friends with the dragons I'd be alone forever and now after decades of feeding these dragons I've begun to pretend to myself they are princesses...to whisper lies to myself to sleep in my masturbatory wet dreams...alone and wasting away, broken, cultivating a damn private SPCA exclusively for dragons.

But who am I to cry with a belly full of half cooked raw meat and day old crumb cake from the mass produced dungeons in Walmart?

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

DICKGUMSHOE SAYS GO FUCKING KISS A FROG PRINCESS. I NEVER RECEIVED A INVITE TO YOUR NEVER ENDING PITY PARTY. PATHETIC, PATHETIC. YOU ARE A BETTER PERSON WHEN UNEMPLOYED. YOU NEED THE PUNCH IN THE FACE. I'M THE ONLY ONE THAT SUBSCRIBES TO THE BLOG NOW?

Oggy Bleacher said...

there are some Chinese spam bots who are determined to sell me Levitra for my flaccid cock. And I'd prefer their comments to your ugly and ill-intended farting. you should go to CNN where your negativity has some company.

I am better when on the road and hunted. you're right. I was born to be an philosophical missionary but life has forced me to go under the gun in a pump jack situation of practical suffering. I don't apologize to fuckwads like you who are beneath my arthritic toes. I guess you missed the peak of my creativity. tough shit. I'm in a downward spiral that is within a larger upward climb. nothing stays the same and entropy is currently destroying my back and shoulder so it makes no difference. I'll be broken beyond repair soon and the recovery will be part of another downward spiral. NOTHING STAYS THE SAME.
As for the punch in the face you can go get your shine box and meet me at the Mill Pond Basketball court and bring your apples because you'll have them stuffed up your ass as I ask, "How do you like them apples?"

Anonymous said...

DICKGUMSHOE SAYS:TOUCHE OGGY~TOUCHE. I KNOW YOU KNOW THE FEELING OF HAVING A PECK OF APPLES UP YOUR ASS AND ON YOUR NOGGIN.

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