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                     THE BIOGRAPHY OF BULLSHIT                            
                        By:  Luvenia Pinson                               
     (From her work in progress entitled "Tracings On My Window)          
                                                                          
   "Bullshit" ignores the fact that we were born rich and lost our        
   fortune in pursuit of a fantasy fiction called "the American           
   dream," making women think more is better regardless.  And, the        
   constant agitation for mediocrity stifles the mind, mutes the          
   tongue and dims the vision of those who would otherwise see.           
   Where will all the people go, who pursue the concept of life           
   without living, while caught up in the celluloid dream monster         
   creating our values and standards; if a different order arrives?       
                                                                          
   "Bullshit" makes Black women live White lives; and there is            
   nothing wrong with that, as long as they recognize the                 
   difference.  After all, everyone is encouraged to hate, yourself       
   first and some more than others.  How else would trifling Niggers      
   be recognized and defined without cognizance of a mutual origin.       
   And, when hate can be translated into profits, a rationale is          
   always at hand for the American way.                                   
                                                                          
   "Bullshit" encourages self-definition and calls it politically         
   incorrect if you don't agree with the speaker, negating yourself.      
   Grandma wasn't called a woman identified woman, lesbian or queer.      
   However, she took her pistol and rescued Ms. Mary whenever her         
   husband threatened to beat her.  Guns in scared hands make large       
   holes; and Ms. Mary stayed with Grandma as long as she wanted.         
                                                                          
   "Bullshit" ignores the mornings, which are better, because the         
   air is less pissed over and people less polluted.  The inventors       
   of night are more appreciative of the dawn breaking, and fresh         
   smelled mornings after the rain.  Do cows fuck at night?  In           
   pastures they appear to be more free than those that keep them         
   captive.  This distortion is called beneficial to human kind.          
   And, what is a seasonal change called?  If it feels good, maybe        
   it's a universal orgasm.                                               
                                                                          
   "Bullshit" makes some women come hard(ly), deferring ecstacy for       
   a future investment in lost time.  Suppose women's vaginas were        
   on their shoulders, would they be discussed more?  Something           
   feeling that good shouldn't be hidden.  Your lover didn't leave        
   you because she immediately loved you less, however, she did want      
   to sleep with another woman.  When past lovers meet, "Bullshit"        
   is the active ingredient.  Unless the lack of sexual pleasure,         
   which is disproportionate to the energy put forth in its pursuit       
   is discussed more, "Bullshit" will continue to spread itself like      
   a thief with a license to steal.  And many women make these            
   thefts possible.                                                       
                                                                          
   "Bullshit" takes you away from present reality, so we cannot see       
   the pain and loneliness passing alongside, spreading like an           
   unchecked virus.  When your Armedgeddon comes, will "Bullshit" be      
   the only survivor?                                                     
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