This man is my greatest Tenacolyte, you can say he is the Tenacolyte of Tenacolytes. Ask him any question, he will answer everything you throw at him. And by all means, please keep asking me questions.
…And spread my ashes like a bouquet of seeds
Far up, Far out
To show you what I’m made of
Kill the parasite in every codependent
Brain fallen slave to the pull of the waves
- The Agonist (The Tempest: The Siren’s Song, The Banshee’s Cry)
Does history guide you or do you set out to change it…. The whispers ring, the voices silence the world as they crawl through your ears and into your brain. You all wait, tearing your hair out, the voices cry louder and louder, they scream from within, they travel through the silence and free your sanity. Welcome to the Temple of Awesome, I am your party host, El Guapo himself, The Tenacious Mongoose McQueen! And to all the Chumpstains out there, vent your suckitude elsewhere. Your heinosity disrupts this place in which awesomeness reeks. My Tenacolytes are here to learn the technique and the philosophy that made The Tenacious one who he is, the same technique that allows him to refer to himself in the third person.
After rejecting the rants for a while, I thought it was time to make a comeback of sorts, so I went out, became a corpse, resurrected myself and here I sta… Someone’s probably gonna cut me off for blasphemy, well they can get their sensitive suckitude generators and point them away from this great place… Here I stand!
In life there are people who are fake, both physically and ideologically. To address the physical one first, guys, just watch out. If she’s covering her throat, her hands and her legs, then she’s not a she. If you have to think about it, just even for a second, then it is a dude. Pretty simple concept to grasp, just remember, it’s just the concept you want to grasp, that way you don’t end up grasping something else. And before you bitch and complain to me, this is not a PG rated post, discretion is advised, but completely fucking ignored.
Anyway, on to the ideological, the followers, the fakes. They’ve fallen victim to what I’m calling ‘The Mannequin Effect’ for the simple reason that they end up resembling mannequins in one way or another. To be awesome, these engines of suckitude must be tended to. Do not wait to tell them, do not hesitate, because eventually they’ll be lost forever. See, this is the base, the very basis of the Temple of Awesome’s existence. If it wasn’t for The Tenacious One’s major slip-up, the Temple may never have come into existence. The fakes have to be told because not only do they fall victim to the mannequin effect, but you’re left there to suffer the repercussions. I was left to suffer the backlash while I saw the self-destruction of someone I once considered to be almost family. Yeah, it hurt, but it only did cause I did nothing about it when it was being fueled, wait, fuck that. I did try do something but my efforts were cut down. The grenade had exploded in my hands and I blamed myself for it. Big mistake.
It was this, and only this that fed the fire that built this temple, the same temple that built me. I learnt that through the process of picking up the pieces and finding the real you. This is a different process for everyone. For me, it was finding and experiencing Metalingus. See, if you fall victim to this effect, you have to pick up the pieces, you’ve gotta find yourself and quit relying on the fakes around you. It’s not easy, but it can be done by many. Tell yourself that you’re human, remember that we’re all equal, we are all the same and you can pull through it. It won’t happen instantly, but eventually, you’ll dig yourself out of the rut. You’ll be back on the road to yourself and nowhere will be nowhere in sight. This Temple of Awesome took months to build, there were points where Tenacity was dimming, but look at it now, my Tenacolytes enter this great Temple to feel the tenacity from within. It runs from the Temple’s within to within you Tenacolytes while the Chumpstains fall victim to the Mannequin effect. You are not a mannequin, you are not a fake, unless of course you are and you don’t want to be anymore. Follow this road, build onto the Temple. Become awesome, reek of it.
So remember, neck, hands, legs and consideration. Also, if you’re down and out, tell yourself that we are all the same, pick up the pieces and say “fuck you” to the fakes, the frauds, the followers. Sing your song, cry your cry, be you and only you. Then, and only then, you will be on the road to Tenacity.
To all my Tenacolytes, keep the questions coming, this Tenacious one enjoys replying to your questions in his moments of awesomeness amongst moments of clarity.
Crapout Diamonds, Seize the Day
The Tenacious One
I ain’t even mad, you mirin’ brah? You mirin’ the Temple? This Temple made me while I made this Temple. You better be mirin’ the Temple of Awesome, I live, eat, sleep and breathe awesomeness because of this place.
The Tenacious one needs that day to rest. You know, sleep in til midday and then do nothing for hours on end. In other words, I’ve got nowhere to be on Saturday
The Tenacious One
Mud bath, acrobat, a midnight drive
Everybody’s slippin’ everybody survive
Radio talk show try to project
Everything you need when you gotta connect
- Rob Zombie (Feel So Numb)
To all those tearing their hair out over the HSC exams, let me ask you one question.
How many exams have you done?
You probably can’t recall how many. The number is probably too high for you to be able to remember. The HSC is just another one to add to the list. You can tell yourself otherwise all you want, teachers, parents, the bus driver, Jerry selling popcorn in the 15th row of ANZ Stadium, they can all tell you that it’s the be all and end all. In actual fact, it’s just another exam. They make it seem as though we are marching into the mouth of Hell, the way I see it, we’re marching out of the mouth of Hell. IT’S JUST ANOTHER EXAM.
Once it’s over, it’s over. If you don’t have the experience to back it up, you might as well wipe your ass on the paper cause it’ll virtually be worth that. You’ve got people out there who make you feel unsure of yourself cause of their insanely high marks. Real simple, if they’ve got no personality, if you can get more conversation out of a brick wall than you can from them, which is the case 99.95 times out of 100, then you’ve got nothing to worry about. It’s the person that matters. Marks are only half the battle so if you’re stressing over them, just remember, it’s not the end. It never is. Keep on fighting.
And if anyone tries to analyse this post, I will ram my foot down your throats. I will switch on my webcam, put my faux-leather Converse All Star-clad foot through the screen, out your end and down your oesophagus.
Are you scared? Cause it’s here. And nothing can and will stop it from happening, so enjoy it, bleed, sweat and cry like never before. Remember though, it’s just another exam, what happens happens and it’s not gonna change what kind of person you are.
Crapout Diamonds, Seize The Day
The Tenacious One
That is all
True, true, and I respect your tenacity. Not many people have that kind of tenacity. It’s really what separates the awesome ones from the reekazoids. You must join me in the Temple Of Awesome for a 5 second pose.
The Tenacious One
I thank you for recognising the awesomeness of my post. It was a true pleasure for me to give you all a textual representation of Metalingus ;). The road shall be bright and will reek of awesomeness, which happens to reek through the darkest of times.
Stay Ten.. Wait, hey that’s my line!
Don’t you be stealin’ my lines!
The Tenacious One