Madonna-Whore Complex Turns Grim Reaper Into Pathetic Loser

Stupid skeleton images, no matter how terrifying, cannot kill an idea. The famous Freudian concept of the mutual exclusivity in the male of love and lust persists as an analytical tool to illustrate life's dynamics. Death is just death, and depending on semantics, a mere doorway, a transformative blissful moment, not a spooky mean man in a cape with flaming motorcycle and ninja sword. In a tag team Death match, the Madonna-Whore Complex would play good cop-bad cop with death's emissary, which would stand alone and isolated due to the singularity of its executioner-like status. The Holy Mother would cast beams of warmth upon the Grim Reaper's scythe, blinding his vacant eye sockets, sending him backwards only to trip over a sneaky Whore kneeling behind him wainting for the axe to fall. Death is like a useless bitch in this fight, trying to cart away the Virgin Mary as if Her Eminence has no superpowers. Turning to cut off the presumably syphllitic Whore's head and its flowing hair, the Grim Reaper is met by seven more heads with even better hair. Death gets the crabs from indiscriminate scythe contact, and the Madonna makes him go to confession.

Cigars Are Not Usually Cigars

Freud's truism regarding cigars occassionally representing nothing but their own reality demonstrates the overwhelming nature of objects to possess metaphorical attributes, especially phallic objects. Whether in dreams, architecture, or orally injested substances, it seems that penises are everywhere. A cigar being merely a cigar is an abnormality, in a world where one is surrounded metaphorically by a bag of dicks. Similarly, the interconectedness and referrentiality of things makes it such that nothing is usually what it actually appears, and it is by definition odd or rare for genuine actuality to actually genuinely exist. Freud's cigar-as-cigar is thus itself a metaphorical reference to this rare idealized simplified reality, which itself is illusory, since no object exists in isolation. The point made is more easily understood as a warning to interpretation of dreams and fantasies, where symbols may be overestimated in lieu of less complicated explainations.

Change the Viral Info Metaphor to a Flower

The current metaphorical use of the term "viral" to describe info flow is weak and confusing, and better replaced with metaphors related to plant growth, especially a flowering plant. The metaphor would be stronger because it would include the same spread potential associated with social networking and fractalian models, plus it would include possibilites for extended metaphors to describe blossoming. The confusion of pathogenicity by word association would be gone, thus when real "disease" within the info flow existed, all plant disease metaphors would apply, and "virus" could be left to specifically hover closer to the meaning parameters associated with abbrerant infectious code, human or otherwise. Info flow is not inherently diseased, nor should it be made harder to discuss the role of computer viruses in the damage of such flow. The solution is to use a natural, organic growth system other than a disease, which is common to more people, e.g. flowers can be understood by more people than viruses.  If you are reading this and you are responsible for making everybody understand and implement this, we would sincerely appreciate the help.

Metaphors Vs. Allegories - Wrestling Matches

Our intention here is to showcase the mighty metaphors, however this process involves looking at some harsh battles with kick-ass allegories. The results can be hard on the squeamish, as these fights are totally unregulated by any word authorities whatsoever except us. No teachers, just word-on-word action. This season watch as The Madonna-Whore Complex takes on the Grim Reaper, then look upon the carnage as Batman fights Plato in The Body As Batmobile versus The Cave. Can you even handle the Theory of Everything versus Venus? If so, you're gonna love the no-rules, lights-out, cage match between Freud's Cigar and the Cult of Isis. Don't leave your chair.

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Are your metaphors dry, sagging, or otherwise hurtin'? Maybe they're old, tired, ready to pass on to the great metaphorical metaphor graveyard in the sky? Even worse, perhaps your metaphors have crossed the line of human decency, and are headed straight towards the fiery abyss. The meta4store is your best friend, an angel in your moment of need. We (i.e. me) can assess your garbled literary pain and offer a range of empathetic solutions. Short on similes for our 2-for-1 trade deal? No sweat! We know how to milk meaning from extended metaphors so masterfully that we once fought all the way to the Supreme Court of Universal Appeals to help a client renew an expired poetic license. Metaphorically speaking, if you are already here right now, face it, things cannot get much worse.