H.A.G.S. ! (“Have a great summer” anyone?)

(Another entry without art. use the fictions referenced in your mind as visual aides)

“have a great summer!” Scribbled in the back corner of a middle school yearbook got shortened to “H.A.G.S. !” and multiple generations of school children independently discovered this abbreviation/ “acronym”… and it’s double-meaning as also someone humorous to say to friends in the hallways towards the end of the school year…

the time the kids start getting hungry for summer, and all it’s non-standard-curricular offerings.

It’s late may or early June, and the whole summer is in front of them.

Nothing can stop youngster from shouting “hags!” at the two old librarian witches that have shushed them all year long, when really was just trying to study with friends, and maybe they forgot to use their library voices once or twice.

The brevities and insider lingos, lose their meanings with time however;

a grownup hears “hags”, and immediately queries around to find if someone is insulting them or a fellow elder soul.

Perhaps an over-reaction- “I’m still hip and cool, oh phew, it was just those kids over there… right, wishing each other a great summer… ah the joys of youth… just wait till their old hags like us”…

Either way, our brevities and injokes and shibboleths… they get inevitably misinterpreted.

Percy B Shelly saw a relic of craftsmanship crumbling and made his remarkful works to feel despair… for the craftsman who’s in-joke is lost to a distant unintended audience, looking at religious zealot relic displays of might from a collapsed empire whose real histories were lost with the punsters leaving behind their “relics” abd pottyhumor scrawlings.

A man’s arbitrary will, unreflected, unchallenged, left to its own devices, could be misconstrued as a phallic compensation for an inner feeling of lacking power, and needing to make large guildes statues of oneself…

But with such opulence, why not build big symbols and marvels to entertain the brains for the dull and hard moments of history.

The “most developed nation” in the world, took away human rights based on a few cloaked justice-criminals opinions, while the nations with tastiest crêpes doubled down on their human rights through scrawling on their papers and books “not backwardsness here, we’re responding to your backwardsassness ‘you can’t even get the proper flour to make a good crêpe unless you import ours, come on!! It’s not that hard, it’s a basic right… you savages’, and the globe hears.

Some countries with men (let’s be real… sure there’s the occasional kleptocractic woman, but the vast majority of aspiring or actually kleptocracy is driven by some level of Freudian small-dick/ big-dick psychological hangup formed in the youth or adolescence of boyhood) of arbitrarily massively unfair powers over their countries peoples freedom of thought and rights imagining they’re progressive… and perhaps are more progressive than their predecessors, but still building the worlds tallest empty buildings and making the worlds largest monetary trades and acquisitions as cool achievements to brag about in public is getting a bit “pissing contest”-y… oh testes..

—-Spoiler for A24’s “Men”—-

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The film Men by A24 is a weird one, and inverts some of the guilt to be framed through the fragility of a widow (perhaps blackwidow husband killer)? Wracked with the guilt of “that night” she (indirectly?) caused hubby to fall or jump off balcony into impailation on fence posts below, leading to a personal voyage a bit too deep into the wrong neck of the forest where an evil forest sprite man haunts her preying on her horrors and turning her effect on men into a reason for fear around every corner on what should otherwise be a relaxing getaway from the cities complexities. Rather than being a true hero overcoming her demons the film leaves a dreamy picture that she’s simply sworn off men, gets to have her lady, with real non-deformed-man-birthed-freak-show baby in real womb, a wholesome resolution, ignoring the horror men outside this forest-sprite-mushroom-spore-trip-weekend will wreak upon the audience when the stand up from their seats and leave the theatres, or flip off the film and turn on the “news”.

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———Spoiler over———-

Men…. Oh males and their biological context to give females their half of the biological transfer of fluids for planting more plants to grow up into people.

It’s the earths choice to reject unsuitable seeds… you can’t deny nature.

A cactus will grow just about anywhere but it’s really just a spiky ballon filled with warm fluid, best cut down, declawed, and made into food for others.

Wat Jesus wanted you dumb yet also somehow loud ones; eat him, but also if that shot doesn’t go down well, have a metaphorical sip of water and spit him out. Fuck the sacrament; give us safe medicine and self determination.

Don’t repeat an atwoodian handmaids tale… she recently warned us AGAIN with The Testaments… (ignore the Scientology spinoff show… after season 1).

Have a great summer, and don’t let the bastards get you down!