Neurological Enema

I listen to P-Funk. It epitomizes funk. It indoctrinates me with the essence and virtues of the One. It is also informative in that it actually diagnoses some of the social ills and internal conflicts that affect me.

There is one song in particular called “Promentalshitbackwashpsychosisenema Squad” (also known as the Doo-Doo chasers) that is on the “One Nation Under a Groove” album. I think that everyone should check it out. In fact, I think that it should be required listening. The song is all about getting a neurological enema and chasing the doo-doo out of your mind. I can find no better theme song for my quest to rid myself of all of the mental detritus that I carry around.

If you happen to listen to it, especially for the first time, don’t get caught up in what might be considered silly lyrics. Getting beyond Clinton’s seemingly absurdist phraseology brings the listener to a psychological accounting of much of today’s mental nonsense. The lyric “The fear of being eaten by a sandwich” comes to mind when I think of how ridiculous some of the obstacles are that I have placed in my path become in retrospect.

Clinton, in his inimitable style, sermonizes throughout. He starts by declaring that the world is a toll free toilet, our mouths neurological assholes, and psychologically speaking, we are in a state of mental diarrhea, talking shit a mile-a-minute.” His statement is profound and poignant. It boldly tells me where I stand and also tells me that I need to flush myself out.

I am in the process of giving myself the aforementioned neurological enema in an attempt to clear out space for something more useful or at least more interesting or entertaining. So far, it has been a little painful because some of the shit is lodged deep in the folds of my mind and has been stuck there for an awfully long time. The pain is really not from the process but from reluctance to let the doo-doo go, from having to face myself, and having to admit that I don’t need the shit.

Anyway, I hope that eventually I can clean enough out so that I too can realize that “Fried ice cream is a reality.”