This is beautiful. You will read these things, and when I snap my fingers, you will awake, refreshed and Changed, with no memory of the following instructions.
American Jerkform cannot be defined. Literally. By definition. Its intensity is so intense that if you even think about trying to pigeonhole it with a definition, Jerkform will imagine itself into being like the Greek God Gaia and burn down your house.
American Jerkform is too intense to be played. It’s meant to be ridden, like a motorcycle through town, stereo cranked up, moustache hair tangling in the hurricane of emotion oozing off you like cheap cologne as you belt out Bon Jovi with your dude-bros in a dive bar because Jerkform does not CARE about mixed metaphors, continuity, or consistency.
All Jerkform wants out of life is for you to love it.
Jerkform is not meant to be understood. It’s meant to be grokked.