[22 Aug 2006 | Tuesday]
 | i am so sick of people and their holier-than-thou pretentious bullshit. who do you think you are mister i only eat 100% organic grain fed free range pesticide free blah blah blaaaaaaah... ?? don't you hear me laughing while you drive away in your monster SUV with all leather interior. i dont know what is pushing out more exhaust - polluting my beautiful clean air - more, you or your overpriced tailpipe. and you! the one who claims to only watch "educational" television programming on publicly funded channels so you wont "corrupt your mind with megacorp brainwashing" (who do you think is FUNDING half of those programs while maintaining content control? - suckah. brainwashing is tricky business. thats right. BUSINESS). and you "i'm soooooo emo" bitches who wont listen to any music once it crosses the "mainstream" line. that group you loved so much - the one you knew every word to sing along at the top of your lungs to... the ones who were only talented and cool when you were the only person who knew they existed. the ones you cried and cut your heart out to. ya they suck now. quick, you better delete them from that spanky ipod daddy bought you with his gold card before that myspace boi catches you rocking out to number 4 on the pop charts. oh oh oh WAIT. before you continue to look down the end of your nose at that kid at the skate park. kick him off "your street" for smoking weed and throwing down "blow your fucking mind" pen and ink sketches in that tattered up book he's been keeping in his backpack - you better finish that bottle of VO scotch your pretty little wife (that hates it when you touch her) keeps pouring for you and kiss your perfect childern with your liquour-laden lips before they go off to their "respectable" jobs at your favorite franchise conglomorate. bigger, better, faster, more. hypocrite. mind control. scary BUSINESS. thats life. live yours. dont tell me how to live mine. dont tell my kids how to live theirs. thats my job. and i'm doing just fine. and, before i go sit my second hand name brand ass down and eat my mad-frikken-cow cheeseburger before wiping my face with a *gasp* BLEACHED WHITE PAPER NAPKIN . . . (pause - let that sink in....) . . . and then enjoy a delicious 65000 chemically concocted tobacco cigarette (or two, what the hell? you only live once, right?) while having casual conversation with the 15 year old kids who i'm hiring to paint murals on some of the run-down buildings that people would rather see rot than be handed over for social improvement projects about the blatant mistreatment of society BY society... do me a favor. do NOT ask me how i am. because you patronizing bastard, if i took the time to really answer, you'd be late for your counselling session. and then. THEN. hell would surely break loose. |
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