Memes, the comedy of the modern monkey. Comedy is the lubricant of civilization, the machine it is. You cannot comedy without being a societal skid mark. Success and compliance do not make us smile neither does snark. For comedy is cope-catharsis for the daily crunch and grind of society, the most crunched make the best cackles. Glance at the Great Comics; fat, crusty, sloppy, slow, perverted, skating the margins. What does that say about memes and their makers, the common comics? It shows the severity to which we have all been scrunched and crunched. Man is a crystal, shoved into a watch. Man starts as a lump of ore, pulled from a cave, then is melted, molded into springs, cogs, gears, levers, and indicator lights. As crunched and coiled springs, the comedian is a slinky.
Before the Consumer Age, comedy was a therapy–a strechihng from the crunch–a temporary turning of the common coiled into the sly slinked. But the spring has been made “best” via conditioning so he bounces back from memory once hands are off. No more! Comedy has been reduced to a pure pasttime and so laughter lost it’s spirituality.
Funny memes as comedy is masturbation. Masturbation being a clever monkey manipulation for the mechanic orgasm. Old comedy–stand up and the subtler social performances before that–were more akin to sex, still mechanic, sometimes mechanic-spiritual but a cathartic back and forth. New Comedy is like New Masturbation: it needs a media, a porn. Funny meme a porn, laughter at it an orgasm. A solitary materialistic experience which quickly loses it’s worth. How many memes have we cackled at then forgotten that same day? How quickly a meme becomes unfunny after being looked at too many times. How disgust seeps in when we see what we’ve just cummed to without the horny-tinted shades.
Still many see the funny meme as an almost virtous pasttime. Danger this view is because you will not see funny memes for what they are: mechanic piston-action pleasure distilled from it’s spiritual origin: joy.
Why laughter? Humans are bagpipes, when tickled or squeezed we eject. The human form is a series of holes. They, holes, aren’t greatly important until they grant us to be with what’s inside. They are time signals of internality, a culminaiton of some process under the skin. If snot drips we are sick, tears fall when what is felt is extreme. Laughter be the same. Laughter is the orgasm of joy. You are joyous when you intuitively understand the Great Contradictions of the universe through vibe. One knows this to be true if laughter suddenly burst forth in a good moment. And when it spreads and no one knows why and no one knows how to stop. Great Orgasm this is, culmination–needed uncontrollable expression of vibe, of the moment. You cannot think when you cum yet you understand one aspect of the Divinity, you breifly understand.
One can see how this is not just limited to memes, this mechanization of spirit appears in every wrickles of our lives. Sex, food, violence, story telling, music, image, architecture. We name it. But the mistake of amusing oneself with memes is one of slow death. More importantly, you will not see the ultimate uselessness in the ephemera that is pleasure from memes. You will not seek joy and you will not seek to be joyous all the time, to be with the Divinity all the time.
The journey away from this is difficult to say the absolute least, the farther I get from this mindset the more I Wish I Was Like You -easilyamused
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