I saw them there on Easter Island, facing
the way they do
eyes wide and white, unblinking.
They’re cool little hats.
Who knows what they were thinking?
To move that much stone
up and down all day, every day.
All work and no play.
I would listen if they had anything to say.
And then I see these men.
Dressed in finery. Never in rags.
Bejeweled and dazzled,
clutching handbags.
And they’ve got these bags everywhere too.
Don’t believe me? You’ll find them in the jungle. It’s true.
You’ll see them in the desert there as well,
clutching them on every continent,
to the ends of Earth, to the depths of hell.
What’s in the bag, man?
What’s in the bag?
They’ll never tell.
But they’ve got them clear as day.
Göbekli Tepe.
Carahan Tepe.
Tiwanaku. Peru
Ancient Assyria. Babylonia.
The bags are there too.
the way to go from here to Cydonia.
Pretty sweet too, and just the right size.
One day we may stop and realize
that some things are just ubiquitous and cool.
Humans always make things that are interesting and fun.
We’ve done it since day one.
Like the dragons we see?
From Tokyo and Taipei,
to England in its heyday.
They seem to be the way.
You got winged serpents of every shape and size,
from the earliest carvings, from the earliest minds
to hands and eyes.
They got the scales, they’ve got the wings,
they’ve got the tail, they’ve got the look,
and it took the time it took from
to bring them into reality.
They’re cool and they’re still there,
just flying up there in the air.
Wings spread and beguiling,
tongue flicking out, teeth shining and smiling.
From Bali to Turkmenistan.
India to Iran.
It doesn’t matter.
Like the handbags and the junk grabbing,
they’re everywhere.
The people who made them didn’t seem to care.
It’s like,
“Yep, here is my wiener. Deal with it, there.”
They look cool too.
Naval accentuation, they try and tell us.
As if men have ever cared about belly buttons.
They’re too busy.
Hoarding wives and being gluttons.
Obelisk or church steeple?
Plain as day
that’s a big ole phallus, people.
And through our minds and hearts,
through the ages, they flew.
They’re still here,
and we love them as much now as we ever have,
and do.
So, Stop chiseling them off.
Grinding them down,
smoothing them away.
They were there and we know it
and it's OK.
Dragons, handbags.
and monstrous ***** phalluses.
We love those too.
Nothing old,
nothing new.
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Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 5:27 PM UTC
I saw them there on Easter Island, facing
the way they do
eyes wide and white, unblinking.
They’re cool little hats.
Who knows what they were thinking?
To move that much stone
up and down all day, every day.
All work and no play.
I would listen if they had anything to say.
And then I see these men.
Dressed in finery. Never in rags.
Bejeweled and dazzled,
clutching handbags.
And they’ve got these bags everywhere too.
Don’t believe me? You’ll find them in the jungle. It’s true.
You’ll see them in the desert there as well,
clutching them on every continent,
to the ends of Earth, to the depths of hell.
What’s in the bag, man?
What’s in the bag?
They’ll never tell.
But they’ve got them clear as day.
Göbekli Tepe.
Carahan Tepe.
Tiwanaku. Peru
Ancient Assyria. Babylonia.
The bags are there too.
the way to go from here to Cydonia.
Pretty sweet too, and just the right size.
One day we may stop and realize
that some things are just ubiquitous and cool.
Humans always make things that are interesting and fun.
We’ve done it since day one.
Like the dragons we see?
From Tokyo and Taipei,
to England in its heyday.
They seem to be the way.
You got winged serpents of every shape and size,
from the earliest carvings, from the earliest minds
to hands and eyes.
They got the scales, they’ve got the wings,
they’ve got the tail, they’ve got the look,
and it took the time it took from
to bring them into reality.
They’re cool and they’re still there,
just flying up there in the air.
Wings spread and beguiling,
tongue flicking out, teeth shining and smiling.
From Bali to Turkmenistan.
India to Iran.
It doesn’t matter.
Like the handbags and the junk grabbing,
they’re everywhere.
The people who made them didn’t seem to care.
It’s like,
“Yep, here is my wiener. Deal with it, there.”
They look cool too.
Naval accentuation, they try and tell us.
As if men have ever cared about belly buttons.
They’re too busy.
Hoarding wives and being gluttons.
Obelisk or church steeple?
Plain as day
that’s a big ole phallus, people.
And through our minds and hearts,
through the ages, they flew.
They’re still here,
and we love them as much now as we ever have,
and do.
So, Stop chiseling them off.
Grinding them down,
smoothing them away.
They were there and we know it
and it's OK.
Dragons, handbags.
and monstrous ***** phalluses.
We love those too.
Nothing old,
nothing new.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⢠⠞⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠉⠑⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀
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I just wanted it to be funny and to show that, you know, human nature is to be funny and quirky, and it's not always ancient civilizations or aliens and all that. It's just us doing our thing. But what's weird is that we see these commonalities. And that's real, and it hasn't been explained. Not something stupid like why are there pyramids? Well, how else are you gonna build something? It's gotta be bigger on the bottom than it is on the top. It doesn't work the other way around... lol
