August 10, 2025, Sunday.
Columbia, South Carolina.

The smartest people are among those who do not write. We look for the smart one among those who write. If nothing has any meaning, is writing a smarter behavior, or not writing? If nothing has any meaning, not writing is as meaningless as writing, true, but still, not writing seems to be a step ahead. After all, the guy doesn’t care. He says there is nothing to tell. He doesn’t tire himself out. He doesn’t fuck with anyone’s head. He doesn’t play the scholar to anyone.

Everything about us is contradictory. That is why comedians don’t go hungry. There are a lot of things to make fun of. Our normal is already abnormal. There you go. Did I say contradictory? The foundation of the “don’t pity the orphan, he’ll turn around and fuck you in the ass” philosophy also has this contradiction. Because if you say he’s an orphan and don’t fuck him in the ass, the day will come, power will pass into the orphan’s hands, and this time the orphan won’t pity you, he will bend you over in broad daylight right in the open, my dear brother.

This story takes place in a Chinese epic. A grandpa named Tze Ha Peh pities an orphan named Tai Yeap and gives up right when he is about to fuck him in the ass. Let me not fuck him, he says, it’s a pity, it’s a sin. The saw turns, the handle turns, the chicken doner turns, the meat doner turns (what goes around comes around). One day, the bastard named Tai Yeap takes other bastards with him and does to this grandpa Tze Ha Peh – porn regulars will know well – whether you call it DAP or TAP or whatever, he does something like that. Rumor has it that since that day, grandpa Tze Ha Peh has not been able to sit on his ass.

In other sources, the thesis that grandpa Tze Ha Peh was no angel either is defended. Apparently, the grandpa actually fucked the orphan, but he just slipped the tip in a little, just the head so to speak. He didn’t root the whole thing. In return, what do you think the orphan turned and said to the grandpa? Grandpa, grandpa; you fuck me, you fuck me but I see that you don’t fully fuck me. Look, if you fuck me to death, okay, but if I don’t die, the trouble is huge, the orphan kid supposedly said.

What is the lesson you will take from here? Lesson one is this: Don’t pity the orphan, fuck him to death. Because if he doesn’t die, the trouble is huge. Lesson two is more important: If you don’t have anything decent, beautiful, and meaningful to write in this motherfucking place, fuck off, you don’t have to write. That’s why, “now I am going, but whenever you call I will come… wherever you call I will come!” How I cried when I first read that part between the last quotes, man. If you haven’t read it, you read it too. If you haven’t cried, you cry too. The god of pedophiles, hairy Kevin Spacey, Sabahattin Ali (he kind of looks like Kevin Spacey a bit, doesn’t he?). Madonna in a Fur Coat. Page 140.

And there is this: Go go go come, what what what should I say, you who ruined things between us, don’t come anymore I don’t want it. Selin Geçit. Beautiful song. Beautiful, freckled girl. Don’t be prejudiced right away. Give it a chance. Give it a listen. Even if you don’t want to admit it, you might feel like you hear your ears saying “this is actually good.” We don’t give a guarantee. You might not be either. This is a matter of taste. To each their own.