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Tuesday, February 04, 2020

Life Advice Fool

Sometimes all you can do is your best,
and trust the other to do what's right.
True, sometimes the other is a free
and equal being - every bit as equal
as you, and so entitled in some sense
to employ their own reason on that.

What's right.

So sometimes they come up with a verdict
on how to act that reflects they don't know
a rat's buttocks from bollocks, or maybe
they think the "S" on their moral compass
stands for "Up." So what, some asshole

like you is going to stand in the judge-box
banging your little wooden mjolnir like
you're worthy? Please

Grow up.

It's fair. They get to judge
all they want for what's theirs,
including all self they do or don't

care

to offer. Or all of yours
they do care to decline,
or accept. It's fair, because

Same beans, free being. You do that shit
too, dude. Dudess. Besides, guess

what? Sometimes

all they can do

is their best.

How do you like their chances?
Versus yours, or perchance
with yours?

How do you like all our chances
in that everlasting, drag-racing,
often enough drugged and dragged
out bound and gagged non contest? You

just see to yourself. See for yourself:

You have to be vicious. Savage. Wild. Full
-grown and mature past a certain point, civilized
and socialized, acting at will in alignment
and harmony or deliberate, dissonant clang

and clash
with the forces around you, even if
you have to be sweet

- naive, even. Invincibly courteous,

and good as given. For real,

sometimes you have to be

the advice
you have taken
for living. And do

Your best.
And you trust them
to do what's right,
if not for you.

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