This is my reply to ASIF’s POST on Saving the Whorehouse.
I think St. Peter’ ploy to let you in with the whores and the pimps was meant to be, just like Punk was meant to be under house arrest as you went ahead and had ’so much fun’ . “Then they seized him and led him away, bringing him into the high priest’s house. Peter followed at a distance”. We follow like a fucking rat, the frequencies are just bait to another dimension, but then your time will come.
Mr. John put it aptly…
“So where to now St. Peter
If it’s true I’m in your hands
I may not be a Christian
But I’ve done all one man can
I understand I’m on the road
Where all that was is gone
So where to now St. Peter
Show me which road I’m on
Which road I’m on “
“The whores being a noisy lot, and an entertaining lot at that too.” The former makes up and adds every single essence of flavor of the latter. That is the simple reason of existence of them spicemens in todays world – the entertainment factor. The copulation factor comes in a close second but it is the divertive constituent that derives immense pleasure for the lucrative share of a particular individuals mass, psyche, anima and intellect. So at the end of it the camp follower is nothing but an individual put in to the scenario for nothing but pleasure and on the other hand it’s their ‘job’ to do so.
As far as the pimps go – Don’t we all find them all over the place, puking and peeing wherever they find an opportunity to do so. Apparently the word ‘pimp’ was a word that just sort of popped up Mr. Middleton’s charade of words when he wrote the emphatic ‘Your Five Gallants’, so basically them fuckers have been around for almost four goddamn centuries. And to all that I have to stand united with Mr. Dylan’s say to them has been echoed to a glorious state of fame and glory in Mr. Dylan’s words -
“How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?”
Now, for Hades tonight I shall bombard it for yet another tale of crass.
