I have been listening to Invented Sex on repeat, not because I am a huge fan of Trey Songz but because it prompted a scenario to play in the theater that is my mind. Before I go into the whole Trey Songz thing, I wanted to take a moment to provide some back story so that we remain on the same page. I have been reading the All Star Superman series by Grant Morrison and I found it to be quite the refreshing take on the Superman story. As long as they didn't do another origin story, I think I would have been receptive to anything but that. In the series Superman is accomplishing these super feats. One of the Super feats, is to answer an unanswerable question.
The question is what happens when an immovable object meets an unstoppable force? The answer they surrender. This linked my mind back to Trey Songz? Now Invented sex is a beautiful song about how much sexual prowess Trey Songz possess. Basically he gets her to the crib, and they immeadiately begin to have sexual intercourse during which the girl mistakes Trey Songz for the inventor of sex, who in Christian mythology would probably be Adam, or we could go with the scientific viewpoint that would peg the inventor of sex to be the first multicellular organism that reproduced by specific sex cells which contribute a specific amount of genetic information. After I listened to this song on repeat, all I could think of was the evil monkey from family guy, he comes home from work and his wife is fucking some other dude.
It's always these Trey Songz type dudes that fuck your girl while your at work. Making the connection back to superman I asked myself what seemed to be an unanswerable question. The question I posed to myself was what if, I came home and Trey Songz was in my crib, kissing on my girls neck. Then they head upstairs she climbs on top and is screaming out you invented sex! Would I be able to walk away or would it be a murder suicide? Seriously though, sometimes I end up just ranting it's a hit or miss.
Seriously here is my intelligent thought. I am going to answer a question that we all end up asking.
Question: What is the meaning of life?
Answer: Exactly
In asking the question you have fulfilled all the requirements for the answer, if we had one specific task that equated the meaning of life at the completion of said task, one would drop dead, but by simply living being thinking and growing old, we are compiling all the things that are the meaning of life. Until my theory is refuted, take this and run with it.
Cheers and Holiday decorated teddy bears!
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