sick and tired

people just keep getting uglier and uglier.

i’m naturally observant, and naturally aggressive. so when i see oversized sunglasses, coontails and neon-pink converse, i want to pick up an armalite AR-10 carbine gas-powered semi-automatic weapon and stalk from hangout to hangout, pumping round after round into scenefags and indiekids.

i look at billboards, magazine advertisements, nu-indie bands, internet models and so on, and i watch to vomit all over their quasi-beautiful images. i don’t find a drunk-looking girl with massive glasses and a cigarette attractive, and i don’t find her protuberant ribs attractive either. what saddens me is that most people i know (even the ones i respect - to a point) would look at that image and see a goddess. they want to be like her. they want to starve themselves.

think about it.
people starve themselves.


i want to live in a far-off galaxy, on an orange farm.