Some people dance naked to get noticed others create controversy to get attention or expose their own psychological nakedness in public spaces like on comedy shows or the many stages like real or cyber platforms street corners diaries blogs or show their true face only on Face Book.
Hemingway used to create in the nude but many others just use their body as a back drop for their social engagement or political agenda.
Raw ambition doesn't hide behind fancy drapery it flaunts its genitalia to attract a potential admirer.
Skin can be the most obvious canvas to seduce the eye into obedience.
To be or not to be is not the question anymore but to make it to break it has become the essential quest for the new conquerors.
Our bodies and minds are tied up with fame and strangled by rumors. The monkey doesn't sit on our backs any more but is driving our naked ambition into the hell hole of a glorified sanctimonious future which breeds contempt like the catholic church breeds homo priests.
Invisible hands push our overexposed desires in spite of Dr. Pills media psycho babel analysis right past the truth into high gear onto the brains Autobahn to get us to a place that gets us the notoriety we so crave.
Excitement spend its curiosity on cheap thrills only the idea of wads of money even if we deny this fact can get us high enough to orgasm free of shame.
Sex that can be bought provides satisfaction in our dis-satisfying relations. Only fame that can be stolen lifts us out from our depressive, repressive denials.
The Moon is too close the Sun not hot enough and Mars to frigid. The past and the present have disproved the hope for a better future.
The Now has wasted its glamour on shallow slogans.
Before is gone, after left a bad taste, in between I can't even remember.
The truth has been repeated one to many times and lies have lost their creative edge through plagiarism. Original sin is not very original any more and copy cats have been super seated by neo clones.
All senses collide in to one super novella.
Sense isolation is not insulating, exposure does not stimulate, allegories have mated with ideologies and gave birth to incestuous dogmatic inbreeds.
hybrids copulate with gas engines and grace lost its grip on civility.
The State of the Union is non-union every brain fights for its need for compensation on Face Book freed from all consequences.
Boundaries have discolored in an ocean of parables, tradition has been overlaid and embroidered by DIY mentality like a viral infestation of cyber space with crafty novelties ready to be put in your Etsy basket and fed-exed like the lover you dated over Craig's list.
we redecorate on minimal budget and stencil the words HAPPINESS on sponged walls and shop lift at "Red LIght"
popular culture has become its own persiflage kneeling down worshiping at its own reflection but in truth is lost in a media Fun-house that feeds back what it finds in our neighborhood mental dumpsters.
Everything is consumed by everything and new industries are created re-consuming what had been consummated before.
Green ecology becomes green economy becomes the green monster that eats its elf.
The trash of the past morphs into the treasured bandage of a bleeding tomorrow.
The cycle closes moves from bad habits to regret crossing over to good intentions to be reconfigured re-purposed relabeled and at last resold.
And we buy it because our naked ambition wants to have it because it is the latest it thing that refreshes our dull senses and is the next cheap senseless frenzy to get us high.
the scenery looks the same it still is us exploiting everything and everyone even our self.
The world we live in is the world we have created like an artist that was to lazy to learn his craft to develop the skills.
We just took what was there and rearranged it until we couldn't recognize the original in it anymore and now we can't remember what its intent was.
we look around and pretend that we are naked that we didn't do it that we had no part in it.
We got smashed and painted this giant canvas and we wake up the next morning to this insanity looking at it in disgust and start yelling who the fuck did this painted that monstrosity and like a mad man we start to slash what is still untouched by false ambition.
Ambition brought us the latest mania as if a crazy man could save us from ourselves.
Craziness has only one ambition which is to gain control.
Craziness comes in many shapes and forms. It can be a compulsive tagger or a born again believer it can inhabit a part of the brain or stir up love with envy.
Craziness has a room in all of us.
Some of us play host to it others keep it locked up in a dungeon of lies and denials.
Naked ambition is always ready to strike a deal with craziness to spin a tale to dress up in excuses with pretty arguments.
Ambition is like one of those medical ointments that promises relief but has a huge slew of side effects as a price attached to it, vomiting and internal bleeding included.
We live life as contrarians thinking one thing contemplating another doing neither.
We shuffle life as if its a deck of cards and hand ourselves a losing hand but keep on bluffing as if life is just a neighborhood strip poker game where we lose some pride but hope we can keep our skin.
I wish it was that simple but that would mean being fooled once again by my naked ambition.
