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Narcisse Volume IV

January 8th, 2007 by Gregor Stronach

Fuck1 You2 Too3

1Such a solid monosyllable, the word fuck. It’s the penetrative force that drives the world, the phallus the axis upon which the globe will spin for all eternity. Impaled upon the fleshy spike, the world we inhabit does turn, holding us all upon it with forces we will never understand. The molestation of the orb is complete. God’s cock lies within.

2You. It’s you. It has always been you. It will always be you. The face you see in the mirror is yours, not mine. I am therefore blameless when you spy something you don’t like. Look not towards its creator, but look within yourself for the source of your revulsions. I create. You dislike. The only responsibility that can be apportioned for the objectionable nature of the object is your own. You are the one assigning the negative feelings, the clammy horror and burning lust. You. Only you. If you are offended, it is because you have given the object those characteristics that render it distasteful beyond redemption. You may not blame others for your disgust.

3Also, as well. Combined. Added to the total, the sum becomes complete. I know you all better than you know me. It is a paradox, of course. I cannot see beyond my world, yet through these words you can see into mine. See my mind. Feel its confusions. Live through shared experience the feelings of despair and fury, the relentess overpowering of the senses by everyday things. It was you that ruined my life. It was you who raped me. It was you. I hope you’re happy. I was, once. Now, I cannot remember.

4 Responses to “Narcisse Volume IV”

  1. Kate Says:

    I’m fairly sure I should be sober the next time I read this, Gregor.

  2. webster Says:

    any person of measurable intelligence and humor on the narcissistic side of things would be inclined to read this. any person of measurable intelligence would also be inclined to point out; you misspelled object (”If you are offended, it is because you have given the objet those characteristics that render it distasteful beyond redemption.”)

    thanks for the character-builder, though.

  3. beene Says:

    Everytime I check in on R&M to see how you, dear Gregor, are doing I find little tid-bits such as this to brighten my day. As a very cynical member of this world — i am reminded by your words that I am no alone. lol thank you for this - its now posted on my site in honor of you and all you do.

    P.S. I still think they should have used my drawing for the Free-Range Office Movement (the dream for this is stiil alive).

  4. Conan Malinak Says:

    Thank you for defining such a basic phrase. ‘Tis interesting to note that while most people have used this phrase before, nobody knows the true definition of it. Well whatever. I don’t care.

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