The lustful life is a life of joy. To fill one’s empty void with all life’s pleasures is an existence of unsurpassed happiness and delight. To fill one’s stomach with all that is fatty and sweet is a life of gluttonous ingestion and careless over-consumption. Although lust and gluttony may be sinful cousins of sort, one defining characteristic sets the two apart. Drawing a chubby line in the sand of sins is the fact that the lustful being simply has no boundaries. The lustful are only limited by their amorous appetite for pleasure and craving for sexual sensation. The gluttonous masses are limited by their own earthly selves and their weak fleshy bodies. If I were to choose between lust and gluttony, I would commit myself to a life of lust.
The desire to stimulate the senses with all the wonderful sensations life has to offer is not a sin, but a virtue that encompasses all facets of happiness and fulfillment. The lust for love fulfils one’s burning sexual appetite; the lust for power drives you to glory and riches; the lust for blood creates champions and heroes who achieve greatness through sport and combat. To have lust course through your veins is to be a titan among mortals and rise from the ashes of the paltry human race to majesty and enlightenment.
The glutton wields great power as well. The power to waste the worlds’ supply of food; the power to expand one’s girth to the point of eruption; the power to decimate and distort the mortal form; the power to make society pay for the disposal of a monstrously revolting corpse. To have thick lard run through your veins is to be a whale among men, a homage to all that is gloriously obese.
To say that gluttony and lust are related is a fact. Gluttony is the fat, lethargic cousin of legendary lust. The glutton sleeps on the couch in lust’s penthouse suite, leaving a lingering stench that all the glade plug-ins of the world couldn’t conquer. Gluttony is merely lust without imagination. Where lust strives to touch the stars and part the seas in hopes of a new high, gluttony waddles to the fridge and drinks milk from the carton to wash down the spam in hopes of gaining a moment of delight before slipping into a diabetic slumber.
The glutton is the hot dog cart of the sins; big and slow, full of saturated fat and grease. The sin of lust is the high octane muscle car that tears through the world at breakneck speeds in search its next conquest. Where lust evolves and discovers new happiness, gluttony is stagnant and watches the world go by, flicking through the channels of life with chocolate-stained fingers and a gut full of trans fatty acids.
The lustful are an asset to our fair planet. They are the lovers, fighters, heroes, entrepreneurs, pioneers, and leaders of our world. The lust for knowledge, power and wealth command them to achieve greatness through innovation and revolution. The lustful know the world will not be inherited by the meek but by the grand and great. These lustful revolutionaries will become kings while the lecherous gluttons will be six feet under, filling oversized caskets and extra-large graves.
The crooked, pitted headstone of the glutton reads a tale of a short life and broken dreams. Every moment of the lustful life is an affront to the gluttons of the world. Even the memorials of the lustful stand tall and proud; an eternal phallic taunt to the fat and lazy gluttons who waste the air and food and space of mankind. The lustful person’s memorial pronounces tales of grandeur and achievement, citing great accomplishments and heroic deeds. As the gluttons lay below pushing up daisies, I, the lustful, will have one more beautiful scene to fill my void.
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