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    August 07, 2011

     

    The XXL...

    Its by far the best of times. There is so much to choose from. Endless choice. An abundance of delicacies. Filling the void should be easy. And what a hungry void it is!  And as deep as it is hungry but by the time i'm finished with it it will be stuffed to the brim. By the forkful and by the forklift it will be satisfied. And there is so much more to be piled upon satisfaction as well. Layer after layer. No other time can compare to the surplus of these present hours. No other place can even begin to compare tallies of gorgeous, delectable things. We are leaps and bounds ahead of the nearest and so far ahead of the farthest, one is presupposed to even question their very existence. To the limits we go. Bulging ever further from our cores. Pushing our borders into territories as of yet unknown. Growing ever so gargantuan. Swelling and puffing from the intake of the wide array of delights. I envy not those who lack. I pity them. The only thing that pulls me from the depths of complete sorrow for their plight is the ever comforting pillow of mine own plump abundance. If i could wish away their ghastly slim inhabitance I would not refrain even an atom's weight from doing just that service. My expedience of action pours out of my humane mercy and out of due responsibility over the potential forfeiture of my own amounts. But most of all my decency in regards to matters of humiliation of others. If i could devour up their unfitness I would do so immediately. I would eat their despair. I would dine on their misery. I would swallow whole the entirety of their abject wretchedness. I would add them to my ever expanding girth. They would become me. And in becoming me they too would feast upon the mouth-watering mass of scrumptious objects. Their palettes would be corrected to discern and detect the honest flavor of substances. The impartiality of their backward gastronomic philosophies would breakdown under the weight of a refined, imperial gourmet sensibility. It moves me to near flooding of my saucers and bowls with tears of joy to have such prophetic knowledge of their future ascension into grace. The rise into the face of civility. The passage into the mouth of dignity. The regal traverse through the necks of enlightenment. The heroes welcome into the belly of royalty. Look at those faces, so innocent, so pure. I could just gobble them up. The crisis that would arise in aftermath would only be one of "What next?" "WHAT NEXT INDEED?!!" My eyes sharply lift from the empty plate in shock and horror. Until this moment I hadn't pondered this consequence with any serious depth. How did the elephantine gravity of such an impending emergency elude me with such stealth of existence? How will I survive once they have all been eaten? It empties me with dread. Starves me with uncertainty. My eyes search the dining room in grand distress for structures of the most basic edibility. The furniture. The taxidermy. The suits of armor. The rugs. The walls. The candles. The shotguns. The hounds. The servants. My fellow diners. The latter three discoveries calm my desperate search. But instantly I'm whipped into a panic yet again at the notion they too will be insufficient in the long run. The panicked eyes thus begin the pitiful hunt again. Until suddenly they cease their random interrogation. I have lost control of them. The wandering becomes self aware and detached from my governance. My eyes no longer mine slowly creep their gaze downward, ever so downward. Coming to rest on my own fleshy rotundness. The mouth waters and grins in compliance. The nostrils flare in allegiance. The tongue is diabolic in its conspiracy. The throat swallows in approval. Alas the hunger has found its last resort. Bon appetit. 

    "Weight loses when patience wins." If I had a gym I would write that on the wall.

    Wasalu "Lupe Fiasco" Jaco

    #HornOfAfrica 

    Excerpt from a work in progress...


     

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on August 07, 2011

 

The XXL...

Its by far the best of times. There is so much to choose from. Endless choice. An abundance of delicacies. Filling the void should be easy. And what a hungry void it is!  And as deep as it is hungry but by the time i'm finished with it it will be stuffed to the brim. By the forkful and by the forklift it will be satisfied. And there is so much more to be piled upon satisfaction as well. Layer after layer. No other time can compare to the surplus of these present hours. No other place can even begin to compare tallies of gorgeous, delectable things. We are leaps and bounds ahead of the nearest and so far ahead of the farthest, one is presupposed to even question their very existence. To the limits we go. Bulging ever further from our cores. Pushing our borders into territories as of yet unknown. Growing ever so gargantuan. Swelling and puffing from the intake of the wide array of delights. I envy not those who lack. I pity them. The only thing that pulls me from the depths of complete sorrow for their plight is the ever comforting pillow of mine own plump abundance. If i could wish away their ghastly slim inhabitance I would not refrain even an atom's weight from doing just that service. My expedience of action pours out of my humane mercy and out of due responsibility over the potential forfeiture of my own amounts. But most of all my decency in regards to matters of humiliation of others. If i could devour up their unfitness I would do so immediately. I would eat their despair. I would dine on their misery. I would swallow whole the entirety of their abject wretchedness. I would add them to my ever expanding girth. They would become me. And in becoming me they too would feast upon the mouth-watering mass of scrumptious objects. Their palettes would be corrected to discern and detect the honest flavor of substances. The impartiality of their backward gastronomic philosophies would breakdown under the weight of a refined, imperial gourmet sensibility. It moves me to near flooding of my saucers and bowls with tears of joy to have such prophetic knowledge of their future ascension into grace. The rise into the face of civility. The passage into the mouth of dignity. The regal traverse through the necks of enlightenment. The heroes welcome into the belly of royalty. Look at those faces, so innocent, so pure. I could just gobble them up. The crisis that would arise in aftermath would only be one of "What next?" "WHAT NEXT INDEED?!!" My eyes sharply lift from the empty plate in shock and horror. Until this moment I hadn't pondered this consequence with any serious depth. How did the elephantine gravity of such an impending emergency elude me with such stealth of existence? How will I survive once they have all been eaten? It empties me with dread. Starves me with uncertainty. My eyes search the dining room in grand distress for structures of the most basic edibility. The furniture. The taxidermy. The suits of armor. The rugs. The walls. The candles. The shotguns. The hounds. The servants. My fellow diners. The latter three discoveries calm my desperate search. But instantly I'm whipped into a panic yet again at the notion they too will be insufficient in the long run. The panicked eyes thus begin the pitiful hunt again. Until suddenly they cease their random interrogation. I have lost control of them. The wandering becomes self aware and detached from my governance. My eyes no longer mine slowly creep their gaze downward, ever so downward. Coming to rest on my own fleshy rotundness. The mouth waters and grins in compliance. The nostrils flare in allegiance. The tongue is diabolic in its conspiracy. The throat swallows in approval. Alas the hunger has found its last resort. Bon appetit. 

"Weight loses when patience wins." If I had a gym I would write that on the wall.

Wasalu "Lupe Fiasco" Jaco

#HornOfAfrica 

Excerpt from a work in progress...


 

Comments

cyclonethrill's picture

The crazy part of this whole thing is that it's only a piece of what to come. Lupe you're on another level, I see your spaceship bro, keep going! #LASERS
wildonehun's picture

Double and triple entendre’s everywhere. Used every possible analogy with food and greed I could ever think of and of course genius none of us could ever concoct. Such a beautiful mind. Thank you. So epic. can’t wait for entire work and I'm sure those publishers can't wait either >:) Please keep the excerpts coming :)
Quickmessenger's picture

Please don't get mad at me. If you don't like this idea then I'll move on to something else. Dear Lupe, I think a lot can be gained by you supporting a presidential candidate who also agrees with your views. He's a doctor and he's done some charitable works just like you continue to do. Your heart is in the right place. As a physician he's workes in some of Houston's poor areas at a free clinic, so you have a lot in common. I'm clearly trying to persuade you to go out and find out about this guy. Me and millions of Ron Paul supporters would be forever grateful if you were to support him as well. If you still stick to your ideals and choose not to vote and not support anybody then I would like to know and stop wasting both of our times. If you do I would like to know as well. You could join his website or respond to this comment or giveme a quick e-mail DMDavidny@gmail.com I've also laid out a similar message at your Facebook fan page, you may respnd to that as well. And then I'll be done. Either way please have let me know what you've discerned so I can have some peace, thank you.
Quickmessenger's picture

Please don't get bangry at me but I would like a response from Lupe Fiasco. If you don't like this idea then I'll just leave you alone and move on to something else. Dear Lupe,
DanV's picture

Lupe for president If you ever decide to start a peace movement, invite me im there we have the same intentions but i look up to you keep up to good work lupe
CCProfound's picture

@New Jack -- well said! @Everyone -- this dude and the metaphor; can't get enough... @Lupe I really liked this one mostly because I think if read into, there are various polar interpretations to be had... Particularly if you re-define the objects of consumption... 1)Like, the obvious object of consumption is the world, or, 2)another obvious one is to eliminate the metaphor and see it as sheer gluttony... however 3)I also read it through with the preface of the object of consumption being information & knowledge which seems; --- although less like a depiction of the reality of the world at large --- a more accurate reflection of myself... 4)Another object change is to make love the thing consumed --- or craved (I suppose in a more Platonian sense than a Aristotelian) But either way once I reached the point of "WHAT NEXT INDEED?!" those interpretations break down... @Everyone --- so we’re sitting at the table… watching this consumption what do we do??? Just let this guy eat us??? I say we fight ---LASERS
Brolific's picture

He should write a book. He managed to turn eating a meal into something completely different while taking us on a ride at the same time.
MichelleK's picture

He speaks with such profound intellect.. This is great.
Mohamed Sokhna's picture

Write a song about this..
New Jack's picture

With an overabundance of delicacies comes greed, glutony and an ultimate self destruction. The void bloats as we gorge. Either this expanding or saturation brings temporary contentness, but we are insatiable. The conditions for hopeless addiction, the surplus becomes an obsession that must be depleted. Always aware that depletion will mean the end we feast with self deception and blissful ignorance. When we have ravaged all but the island we stand on, with the horizon surrounding us, we can no longer look away and so we gaze into ourselves to avoid the reality we created. When we see the monstrous, billowing, behemoth that is what we have become we are shocked and shattered, and what we fear we destroy. A harrowing series of events that is the reality for too many. Thought provoking piece of work, always have time for those who write from the soul. keep it up, dont give in. "Do not think that you have to win, but think that you do not have to lose."-Funakoshi osu.
Diannefairy's picture

Very Deep..almost unconciously deeper than I can articulate.. write the song, I know you will...

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