4.9.16



of Oscar Wildes luminous quotes this was his favorite
                                           We live in an age when unnecessary things are our only necessity


Wilde wrote it in his Picture of Dorian Gray that Lippincotts Monthly Magazine published in 1890

1890  sobering   One hundred and twentysix(126) years ago


he blatantly refashioned it to shove Wildes keen insight down peoples throats(hoping theyd choke)

We live in an age when unneccessarry things are our only necessity


he mused what Wilde might have thought if he hung on until to-day   and well shit October 1854  he would have had to exhibit some mindblowing serious hand strength                                          

One hundred and sixtytwo years(162 – a nice flipflop -- some symmetry)


and why not
          why shouldnt Wilde have had a shot to face down some of those Biblical characters  his guess Wilde wouldnt have wasted his time begottin  not that he wouldnt have been fuckin
Adam stretched out for 930 years(Genesis 5:5)

Enoch  365 years(Genesis 5:23)

Methuselah  969 years(Genesis 5:27)

Hell even Noah turned 950 years old(he was 600 when he survived The Flood and while he lived 350 years afterwards Biblical ages successively and precipitously fell off  --  Hmm)

Enosh(already) lived 905 years(Genesis 5:10)


there were obviously some heavy-hitters from Christianitys Old Testament(mirroring the Jewish Tanakhs first book)

but to curiously top off the scoops of that Sundae with whipped cream a cherry and chopped walnuts was Irish Archbishop James Ussher who deduced in 1650 that Creation recorded in Genesis --  when the Lights came on  --  happened October 23 4004 B.C. at nine o’clock in the morning  while the Jews determined October 22 of that same year  at six o’clock in the evening

Werent they splitting hairs


how nneccessarry was this information(misinformation)


Fabulists he decided and confirmed his deicide liberally informed his defect and desire to retake his soul from the Roman Catholic Church that his parents thoughtlessly and carelessly deposited in their Keep

he was a Kept man long enough and expected the Church would react to him wanting to take his soul back as the NRA might when regarding their guns:  Ill give you my gun when you pry it from my cold dead hands

his soul wasnt his parents to give away

he had a buddy who was born stricken during Chicagos '53 polio epidemic whose doctors believed his death was imminent  his parents grabbed two strangers from the waitingroom outside Delivery anointed them godparents and baptised him fearing he would die  his soul unable to journey to Heaven

thats a bit extreme isnt it  condemning an innocent

his buddy Bobby survived and never challenged the Church for his soul or probably ever conceived of it because he had his hands full growing up with his disabilities and died young


they went to Church together as teenagers but that was more for their Sunday breakfast afterwards at the House of Pies and the girls in their Sunday finery being coquettish in their presence and the prying eyes of their suspicious parents

they had too much fun ogling the girls while their parents quietly interrogated them  Do you know those boys
Who are those boys

they didnt care squat it was Sunday and furthur they didnt care because the girls they eyeballed were primped and the prim and proper ones who no matter how goodlooking and they were goodlooking werent in their league or would they want to be in theirs

they liked girls they could run around with and have fun  Mungo Jerry* playmates


there was another reason he wanted his soul back

it occurred to him that his soul might be something of a googolplex-byte memory recording that could be downloaded or played when he croaked and by Rights it wouldnt be his not his to Play rePlay run-back or play backwards for the thrill of it for his own delight
                    a magenificent consciousness--unconsciousness dvd writ by his life

it was probably hinged on the same reason why he wasnt leaving his body to science that some muthafucker might come along desecrate his remains filch his skull so they could have it as a paperweight or burn candles down on top of it as he did  incited by Shakespeares Alas poor Yoricks speech he had it down pat memorized(he was mesmerised)

"I knew him well a fellow of infinite jest of most excellent fancy He hath borne me on his back a thousand times and now how abhorred in my imagination it is My gorge rises at it Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft Where be your gibes now Your gambols Your songs Your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar Not one now to mock your own grinning Quite chapfallen Now get you to my ladys chamber and tell her let her paint an inch thick to this favor she must come Make her laugh at that"
Nope

nobody was going to rob his skull flense him dismember him leave his arms and legs on a shelf beneath his torso laying on a rolling dissection gurney raced up and down basement hallways by some cretin or loser of a campus drinking game

Nope


Unneccessarry

  

Day-between-Two-Ts afternoon,  31  8. 16
1146, Thursday,  1  9. 16
* In the Summertime  Mungo Jerry   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yG0oBPtyNb0