In this insane documentary from the future, three MGTOW guys observe both a nuclear blast and the rapture while riding the one-way Merry-Go-Round to the stars. The song starts out with a bunch of excuses from the wife, in which she fails to justify her selfishness in the most transparent manner possible. The guy calls her out, before making a snarky joke at the expense of the Jews, even though he isn't anti-Semitic. It is important for both the Jews and the unbelievable, ridiculous people who think Hitler was the good guy to note that the song was mostly written in the 90s, when the world had a sense of humor. The line about the Israelites is what people from ancient civilizations used to refer to as "a joke." Like newspapers and payphones, most people today don't know what to do with a joke. Indeed, many a good joke today has been mistaken for a sex toy, which has the sad, unfortunate effect of making the user of the joke into an object of unintentionally self-referential black humor. Rather than sharing a laugh about something mildly humorous with his intelligent friends, the modern abuser of humor smears the joke all over himself in an absurd attempt to stimulate, or perhaps simulate, the sense of purpose and meaning that has been lost in the identity devaluation taking place on the NY Sexual Exchange, or "SEX" for short.
Many speculators believe that the bubble of fiat sexual identities will soon burst, since they're not backed by anything real, and exist only in the imaginations of the people who hold the worthless, gasoline-soaked currency.
When the bubble bursts, expect a lot of angry straight people who were cheated into investing their lives in fiat identities to take to the streets with all kinds of bad jokes grafted onto strange, inappropriate places. Have sympathy for these zombies unless you would endanger yourself or your family by doing so. Don't let the hilarity of the zombies fool you; they aren't laughing, they're screaming in horror and rage, in the only way they know how. Because they don't know how to take a joke, the joke will take them, and smoke them down to the filter like a stale menthol cigarette. The apocalypse will be more frightening because of the hilarity, not in spite of it. Whether we live or die, it's going to be a weird, laughable nightmare when it all comes crashing down, innit.
In any case, the guy in the song makes a joke about the Jews, before observing that the dog has passed away. After which he joins his other MGTOW friends on top of a hill, where the Merry-Go-Round to the stars stops 3 or 4 times a day.
Once the busride kicks in, the guys realize the absurdity of the statement flaunted by attractive females, namely, that people hate them "because they're beautiful." The guys are like, no, actually, I hate you because... I'm beautiful.
It's not that I don't hate you. I do. Even if it's a joke. But the hilarity of the "hatred" is a side-effect of my beauty, baby. Not yours.
With this revelation intact, the MGTOW guys observe a nuclear explosion, which strangely resembles a dandelion made of bubbles, and then the bubbles get raptured, and everybody goes home to heaven or hell, where they belong.
As experimental documentaries from the future go, I've seen worse.
What do you think?
I'm So Beautiful
I've written everything I want
on the back of my hand
and it's all I see
when I block the sun
and all I see when the jury's hung
and all that puts me to rest
on our half acre of land
A train of infidelity that never ends
you crucify your lovers,
and fuck your friends
like a stuffed animal on a victim trip,
your finger curls and bends
until your sins
have all been cleansed
Oh yeah
I've committed the most violent acts of non-appreciation
known to me and you
and it's time for me to speak these revelations
I haven't yet,
but I'm going to
I've grown accustomed to the way you look at me
as though I were personally responsible
for World War 3
and while it's true
I single-handedly destroyed the Israelites
with a cloud of deadly fog,
I did not kill the dog
Oh yeah
Keep your socks dry
kiss the mainland goodbye
and when it gets dark
throw your socks to the sharks
The prison grid turns
and the nano-rain burns
watch your six
for unscrupulous chicks
The sun was too loud
so I shot down the clouds
screaming through the scrim
I was surprised they coudln't swim
I don't hate you, baby,
because you're beautiful
If I hate you,
it's because I'm so beautiful
©2013 Nathan Payne
