DISIDERATA 2026
Martin Higgins
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence and a belt of Jack Daniel’s. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons, but don’t let that make you refrain from doling out deserved shit to the numbskulls and proselytizers.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they have college degrees and think that MEANS something. Pity them.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, for they are probably self-deceiving jackoffs. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or blame your substandard genitals, for always there will be bigger and tighter than yourself... trust me.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans, however ludicrous. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it's all you can do and, if you blow that, you’ll be screwed, blued, and tattooed.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of douchebags. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is in garden-variety schlubs. Many persons strive for high ideals, have money, and are willing to pay for a few hours of faux friendship. Order top-shelf hooch and scarf some bar food to soak up the sauce before engaging in whatever.
Be yourself, because who the HELL else would want to be you? Do not feign affection, but always mutter a compliment before performing a degrading act on another or compromising your morals. Neither be cynical about marriage; for, in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is legally-binding entitlement to get funky on a moment's notice and/or grab a chunk of the other person's crap.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth, especially if that youth is naked and afraid to talk to the cops. Wise up... get down!
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune, because, by GOD, a doozie is on the way! Are you KIDDING me? Drop your socks and grab your cocks or equivalent! But, then again, do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Spruce up your joint with some new curtains and throw pillows. Got any weed?
Trust me you could NEVER imagine how bad it can get. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness – others from demonic beings that have rump-wrangled your “angels” into submission. Dante is now in the 9th Circle of Hell because he had a bum deal with his publisher.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself – use lotion and don’t go nuts. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And, like the trees, you will be cut down and chopped into firewood to heat Hades.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should; expanding until it snaps back like an angry rubber band and blows us all to shit. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him, Her, It, Them, Zim, Zir, or Larry. And, for the love of Pete, pray to your Blue-tooth enabled appliances – they are all that’s between you and insanity.
Whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul instead of putting a bumper sticker on your car and looking like a goddamn moron. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, beneath life’s cheap veneer of love, friendship and hope is the real cheap veneer of tainted love, false friendship, and broken-hearted hope,
Be careful. Get insurance, wash your hands before AND after urinating, and keep a spare pair of underpants in your glove compartment. Namaste... and St. Patrickstae.
© 2022 Martin Higgins
all rights reserved
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they have college degrees and think that MEANS something. Pity them.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, for they are probably self-deceiving jackoffs. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or blame your substandard genitals, for always there will be bigger and tighter than yourself... trust me.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans, however ludicrous. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it's all you can do and, if you blow that, you’ll be screwed, blued, and tattooed.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of douchebags. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is in garden-variety schlubs. Many persons strive for high ideals, have money, and are willing to pay for a few hours of faux friendship. Order top-shelf hooch and scarf some bar food to soak up the sauce before engaging in whatever.
Be yourself, because who the HELL else would want to be you? Do not feign affection, but always mutter a compliment before performing a degrading act on another or compromising your morals. Neither be cynical about marriage; for, in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is legally-binding entitlement to get funky on a moment's notice and/or grab a chunk of the other person's crap.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth, especially if that youth is naked and afraid to talk to the cops. Wise up... get down!
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune, because, by GOD, a doozie is on the way! Are you KIDDING me? Drop your socks and grab your cocks or equivalent! But, then again, do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Spruce up your joint with some new curtains and throw pillows. Got any weed?
Trust me you could NEVER imagine how bad it can get. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness – others from demonic beings that have rump-wrangled your “angels” into submission. Dante is now in the 9th Circle of Hell because he had a bum deal with his publisher.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself – use lotion and don’t go nuts. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And, like the trees, you will be cut down and chopped into firewood to heat Hades.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should; expanding until it snaps back like an angry rubber band and blows us all to shit. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him, Her, It, Them, Zim, Zir, or Larry. And, for the love of Pete, pray to your Blue-tooth enabled appliances – they are all that’s between you and insanity.
Whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul instead of putting a bumper sticker on your car and looking like a goddamn moron. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, beneath life’s cheap veneer of love, friendship and hope is the real cheap veneer of tainted love, false friendship, and broken-hearted hope,
Be careful. Get insurance, wash your hands before AND after urinating, and keep a spare pair of underpants in your glove compartment. Namaste... and St. Patrickstae.
© 2022 Martin Higgins
all rights reserved