Post by TheSensitiveNewAge on Apr 30, 2004 20:46:56 GMT -5
This thread is started for people to post their compositions and for audience feedback. Submissions may be comical, but not so far as to be more appropiate for the Taco Island forum. Also, please provide the context for post.
At the time, my English class was discussing John Donne and metaphysical conceits. This was after Halloween, where I had dressed up as a punk. With SPAM written on my right knuckles and RAGE on my left knuckles, for a made up band, named Spam Rage. Also, BBC America was holding a contest where the winner with the funnist picture involving Spam won a complete DVD set of Monty Python's Flying Circus, my friend's and I never did pose for a picture because we are lazy.
The Spam Rage Manifesto
We are like Spam. A mass of pink greasy meat trapped in a metal box. First we must realize that most humanity is in this box. Once out of the metal tomb, we can be sliced off of the mass to separate our selves from others. This cutting off is the second step to becoming a true individual. At this stage we still lack full free will and personality. One now must undergo a baptism of rage, heat, fire! This burns some and merely darkens others, but all must go through this frying experience. Then one can don the armor of individuality, like cooked Spam between slices of bread. One can develop new modes of thought and act, like the condiments of a Spam Sandwich. Once death comes, unlike the uncooked masses, one joins the Universe in the Final Act of Consumption. The uncooked masses merely waste away in the Refrigerator of Banality.
I Rage, therefore I am Spam.
At the time, my English class was discussing John Donne and metaphysical conceits. This was after Halloween, where I had dressed up as a punk. With SPAM written on my right knuckles and RAGE on my left knuckles, for a made up band, named Spam Rage. Also, BBC America was holding a contest where the winner with the funnist picture involving Spam won a complete DVD set of Monty Python's Flying Circus, my friend's and I never did pose for a picture because we are lazy.
The Spam Rage Manifesto
We are like Spam. A mass of pink greasy meat trapped in a metal box. First we must realize that most humanity is in this box. Once out of the metal tomb, we can be sliced off of the mass to separate our selves from others. This cutting off is the second step to becoming a true individual. At this stage we still lack full free will and personality. One now must undergo a baptism of rage, heat, fire! This burns some and merely darkens others, but all must go through this frying experience. Then one can don the armor of individuality, like cooked Spam between slices of bread. One can develop new modes of thought and act, like the condiments of a Spam Sandwich. Once death comes, unlike the uncooked masses, one joins the Universe in the Final Act of Consumption. The uncooked masses merely waste away in the Refrigerator of Banality.
I Rage, therefore I am Spam.