FRUITLESS FRUITION

I have to give ol' Billy Bob some credit.  He's had some pretty kooky ideas.  Granted, they weren't his to begin with, but he took them for his own and tried to create something just a little different, just a little stupid, just a little disgusting, and just a little fun.  I think where he went wrong lies in his motivations.

What was he really expecting to result from his endeavors?  Was he really expecting to become some overnight sensation just because he crapped out a few regurgitated ideas on the page?  He needed to take more pleasure in the process, appreciate the feeling he got while creating what he thought was unique, even though he was stealing it from the collective conscious of the universe.

The creative process is its own reward.  To expect anything beyond that, and to use these selfish desires to motivate you, defeats the purpose of inspiration, no matter how fabricated that inspiration may be.

Take me, for example.  I'm a product of his creativity.  I am the fruit.  I am rotten, but I'm still edible, so eat me.  You will choke on me.  I'm sorry...kill...there is a point to my indiscretionary digressions.

My motivations are clearly defined; convert, breed, and kill.  I am the fruit.  I am the queen, the mother, the monster of evolution.  My design is unnatural, but my purpose is inherent.  Given a human mind through the arrogance of another's.

Now I am unleashed.  I am the fruit, the root, the choking vine, until the world is mine.  My desires don't veer far from his.  I will become an overnight sensation, and the next day, I will rule.  The difference is, I take great pleasure in the process; convert, breed, kill.  I am the fruit.

I thank the master for making me who I am now.  I do not mourn for the loss of what was before.  My instinct cancels regret, and leaves only purpose.  This is how it should be done.  Create, and destroy, without apprehension or aspiration, for it is the nature of things.  Those who behold can either run with the tide, or be trampled under the claws of progress.

I hope you follow me.  You better hope you follow me.  I am Ghasm.  I am the fruit.  I am fruition.  I am a priori.  I am inevitable.  You will pay for my consequences (RJT ;)).

And yes, tomatoes are fruit...as well.

Now, keep your distance.  I'm picking a low hanging book.