The Booty, an essay
When a man sees a booty, or anybody who fancies the booty sees the booty, his brain becomes the site of three rivers converging. One river of raw gestaltism, one river of gestalt perception and one river of hypothalami-tical interpretation. The state of mind of the observer will affect the ultimate destination of the rivers which will then tell us which of the three are tributaries and which one is the main river.
The river of raw perception is the one that sees the booty as the rendezvous of legs and abdomen. This river floats boats filled with people saying, "Hey this is a group of shapes and theses are things in a body that have thickness and density and whatsonot.” This river has high tide around times of soberness and reason.
The river of gestalt perception is the river that has lots of birds in it. These birds have a beautiful mating call that sounds uncannily like, “What I see has a name and that name is ‘booty’. The booty now becomes an idea and it poops and we know it. This state occurs when the moon looks like there is a picture of a guy that is doing charades and he drew a little slip from a hat that says, “SCHEMATISIZE” and has a picture of a man that could pass as Jewish. I really do hope that makes sense to you.
The third river is the most interesting. I’m tired of metaphors and analogies so I’m just gonna tell you. This is when you see a booty and you feel that it is more than idea because it taps into our monkey genes that make us want to do the dur-D with the boo-D and recreate. This certain reaction comes from a part in our brains that does it’s own thing. You can try to invite this part of your brain to a function, but he’ll already have plans and even if he did go, he would’nt hang out with you. He does his own thing. He does his job when your higher reasoning skills don’t.
So look out for the third river. Don’t tap those monkey genes or else you’ll have to wear them.
As I always say: You can’t choose your genes, but Yukan chews your jeans.
Yucan is my friend’s dog
