So it turns out that I get hits on this site from the google search for “frued” and “big titties paintings”. So to please my audience I have decided to devote the blog exclusivly to these two possible topics. It will be slow at first, but when the friction comes to bear its fruits there will be one hell of a pathological orgasm to come. However, before all that I will give my readership a few tips. First, a search for “freud” will lead to better results. As for all those gargantuan tit enthusiasts, they will do well to search “mastasia”. Actually, my entire readership should get on the mastasia tip.
Ever wonder where the word “mammal” comes from. Mammary. We have named an entire genus of species on the basis of tit sucking. Now, if one wants to go so far as to lay an argument down for why all of the natural sciences are established on the basis of oral fixation then be my guest. Personally, I think it has more to do with anal retention.
In regards to this, I find it extraordinary that one of the last bastions of taboo that we have as a society is in the proper disposal of our feces. You can leave your entire house smelling of funk and weed, but god forbid there is a floater in the bathroom. Those new automatic toilets that are the standard of any workplace embody this perfectly. It is so important that you flush that infrared technology has been employed to automatize the process. This is spectacular because the technology that has evolved to make it so that you can take a shit inside a building and then push or pull one lever to get rid of it has not been deemed sufficient. I take the trash out by hand, but an elaborate technology has evolved to make my turd-children disappear as if by magic. Not even this is sufficient for our purposes. We have developed toilets capable of rocketing your bowels into the netherworld with a rush of water and air that can only be described as a spectacle. The noise and violence is almost like a punishment imposed onto the shitter. It is as thought society is saying that this deed of yours is so horrid, putrid and offensive that we are going to condition you to not do it anymore. The airplane bathroom is the absolute pinnacle of this accomplishment. The act of flushing is so loud, jarring and unpleasant that most people will press the flush button only after reaching for the door.
Whenever I have my little catharsis on the plants and animals that I have metabolized I like to look back and see the endpoint of the cycle that I have participated in. It feels like a little part of me. It is not as though I grab my dick and work one out to it, it is just a small act of meditation. However, I was in front of a modern toilet. Without the least warning a typhoon of water, sound and violence sucked my appendage into the abyss with such force that it was bent lengthwise in order to be forced into the hole. I was quite literally shocked to see how far the powers that be managed to intrude into a moment that I was having.
Luddites will tell you that mass internet communication will be the death of free-thinking. The death has already occurred, what we feel now is the inability to mourn the corpse that has been left behind.
