Pigworld
21/12/2013 16:57
BLOG #1 - PIGWORLD
I have a very low opinion of men. Vastly too many are domineering, arrogant and conceited egomaniacs who have run this planet into the sewers and then blame someone else for it. I am aware that there are also many good hearted men, but when I meet them, it still never fails to surprise me.
The story begins in a slum. The menacing streets are dark and polluted, littered and scummy. Its inhabitants are men with pig heads, snorting, growling, beating each other up, bar brawls, you know, the good life.
Then we pan over to another world... a meadow with grass and trees and many flowers. Its inhabitants are beautiful gilt-women. They wear white, silky, flowing dresses with elegant long hair gently waving in the breeze. They seem to drift when they move. They smell flowers and pamper each other.
At the border between these two worlds, the pig-men crowd growling and slithering over each other. They cannot enter because radiant love in the meadow world would burn their diseased skin (with healing). So they put on this illsuion and present themselves as gentlehogs and try to woo the women over.
Occasionally, a gilt will become curious and move in for a closer look... when she does, SNATCH! The pig man will grab her. She doesn't resist, she is still curious and trusting in creation and love, only knowing the existence of truth and purity. The pigman pulls her along as she floats over the filth. In their wake, a lingering aura softens the gloomy scene with colour, in the distance, birds are faintly heard chirping. This aura of hope and grace fades and dissipates after they pass, but does not vanish. The street seems less grimy, the grass less oily.
We see them enter his broken down apartment and the closed door itself titivates with light and colour, a butterfly flips around. Perhaps we hear violin music at this point. But it isn't long before banging and growling is heard once more. The scene darkens, pretty images shrivel and fall away. The pig-man stomps out in a huff and saunters over to the bar to gripe to his buddies about the trouble with women and plan their next trip to the border.
A little while later, the gilt-woman walks out. She is not the same. She is now obese, covered with warts and blemishes, a farrow of 12 hanging off her, pulling her hair, screaming and banging each other.
She has a choice. Cure herself of him and raise her children in the meadow where they will be happy, or continue to demand he be a father and recreate the beauty they once had. She storms into the bar to growl at him. He will not stop scheming ways to sneak around on her.
The story ends
This is what I see men doing to the beauty and virtue in this world. They lust for it only to vilify and pervert it for their own distorted pleasure. However this consumes beauty and turns it into the ugliness i see in so many men of history and the present in their stubborn lust for self gratification and profit.
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