The Metaphorical Allegory of the Drunken Pirate

What are you going to do with the drunken pirate??? I mean, the inquisit details of his thick white beard are questioning my sense of existence! – Why are we over boat anyway? do you feel the vibe of the summer wind, the scorched earth feeding on the soon to be dead sea, the evergreen, the dark clouds of passion, reminiscent of periods long forgotten. Where is my last supper? hunger possesses my soul to the end, to my end, to the answer of all questions, to my intricate relationship with the world, to the sky and to the gods. Oh gods! how big is your love for us? Why do we not know what we want, why have you given us the knowledge to become? The trees fall now..

Thereafter, the world once in peace, becomes possessed by the darkest of winds, surrounded by dubious forests of factual knowledge, then we all despair because the carrot cannot understand the cucumber, which is the same reason you don’t understand who you are, the same reasons you want to think you’re a fucking cow who drinks erotic milk. But do you ever question the milk drinker? do you question when he is so what you want to be? Therein we have everything, in this stupid mindfuck of our sister-life: the tao inducing spirit of the monkey, always resting on our shoulder to teach us and tell us what we are and what we do. An absence of this absynth would make us nothing but the puny language we are used to use too used to use. Now lies dead the cow voided of his milk from the void of his milk. Drunk is the herotic beer drinker. Drunk is the eroic milk bearer.