May
29, 2001.
Everyone is on a hustle.
Life makes men pressure one
another
to buy this-or-that unneeded
thing,
or buy into
this-or-that outlandish scheme.
Everyone is running a con.
Life drives everyone to try
to sell everyone else a phony-bill-of-goods,
and it depends not on any individual's
specific nefarious intent,
and while some men do willfully
engage in criminal activity,
all of the world’s population
unwittingly tries to run a con
on everyone else.
They cannot help themselves;
the game cannot be stopped,
the game is in fact, at the
very heart of man’s mental, and social world.
The greater the distance from
the jungle and a life of hormones,
the more vigorously is the hustle
played;
creatures cannot be conned physically,
(even men);
a liver cannot be tricked into
giving up its bile,
nor a goat converted to the
church.
Swindles, cons & hustles
only exist where there are thoughts & words.
This news today concerns neither
routine criminals, nor commercial advertising, but rather the unrecognized
hustle that is on everywhere,
under all conditions.
Someone’s mind is always trying
to sell you something;
someone’s mind is being forced
to always try to sell you something,
and it does not matter what
-- just SOMETHING.
Every time you, (you operating
as the, “you” you find yourself to be, under ordinary conditions), open
your mouth,
you try to sell somebody something:
your mother, a complete stranger,
it makes no difference who,
and it makes no difference what
-- and the what under consideration here is always a non tangible
what;
you try to coerce them instantly
-- on the spot to “buy” and accept
the scam-tale you relate about
you, your knowledge, and adventures.
Con men in the city, (the urban
jungle of neurons), want your belief
-- not your wallet;
their thoughts are driven to
want your thoughts to accept them;
their thoughts want to bond
with your thoughts;
their thoughts want to get
under the covers with yours & do-the-deed.
For the brief moments you have
together -- to cling together,
as closely & tightly as
possible.
And while under there, their
thoughts pick your pockets,
just as do yours, theirs,
(at least that is the illusion
experienced by both parties).
Such non sexual procreation
keeps man’s collective mind alive;
each man’s mind conning, seducing,
then screwing every other man’s mind that it meets, and every other man’s
mind, likewise engaged.
Someone is always trying to hustle
you around to their point of view
on this matter, or that,
regarding politics; movies;
sports; music; the best restaurant, or club,
& even when it seems that
something tangible is the subject -- it is not;
a man singing the praises of
a certain automobile to you
does not care whether you buy
the car or not;
all he cares about is whether
you buy his praise-singing or not.
The hustle is not about the
car, but his description of the car.
(An obliquely configured variation
of this same thing is in
men purchasing books with titles
such as:
“Pick Up Lines That Women
Can’t Resist”
and being conned into believing
that a potential sex partner
can be made uncontrollably attracted
to you by words, [neurons],
rather than hormones.)
Con jobs in the physical world
are eventually realized,
but the hustles that are common-to,
and actually, make-up
man’s mental world, second-reality,
are never recognized --
if they were, life as now lived
would quickly disintegrate.
The reason that the ubiquitous
head hustles are not seen for
what they are is that from ordinary
head views,
they are not hustles at all,
(except to their likewise, unwittingly
driven distractors,
who do not realize that they
have been sucked into
the very same con they denounce,
[those who take the time to decry religion as being a fraud are as taken
in by it as are its supporters]).
At the standard level of man’s
collective consciousness,
religion is not a hoax; modern
art is not a hustle,
and the man on the subway platform,
telling you the kind of guy he is,
(not the kind to be fooled by
the president's tax bill), is not a con man;
there is a relentless, world
wide hustle going on, but no hust-LERS.
It is a deed with no doers;
an activity with only unwitting
actors --
-- players who do not
realize the game they are being forced to play.
The manifestation of the human
hustle, con and deception
that is of pragmatic interest
to the privileged few
is the one going on continually
in their head,
in that operation of their brain
that speaks --
……and then that listens to itself speak.
THERE
is the hustle-of-hustles;
there is your personal, “man-on-the-subway-platform”
rattling on and on about the
kind of guy he, (sorry), YOU are.
And the sad thing is that you,
(sorry), your brain believes it
--
-- be-fuckin’-lieves
it --
when it knows damn well that
it is not true
since it is the one who said
it, and made it all up in the first place.
The
hustle is on, my friends. Beware, and be alert.
*
The
King of The Universe issued all creatures in his domain
their
own diplomatic pouch:
wherein
they receive and carry messages from their liege.
He
also sent out courtiers to tell the people
not
to be concerned with the messages -- only with the pouch.
They neglected to tell everyone.
J
…(mercy payfield asks if you were notified?)
"There's no business,
like duck business,
canard when
you are blank." *
* (Code name: "The Goober Imperative.")
...then noted he: "There must be a way
to kill a rat
than choking him with cheese."
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