+++ Open lettre to the nyc halloween parade +++
I FUCKING HATE HALLOWEEN. i hate all holidays really, but especially this one. it's for KIDS, not adults to get stupid and drunk in public. if you are over 18 and still dress up on this lame fucking holiday....GROW THE FUCK UP. STOP. NOW. SAVE US ALL. save all you slutty costumes for your own private twisted indoor life with your trashy frat-boyfriends. i don't want to see it. do something useful with your time. i don't know what possessed me to go into your oh-so-festive neck of the woods tonight but i haven't been so pissed off in a long time. fuck all you smug fucking pigs who are no help at all or just too stupid to know what's going on. fuck whatever city official(s) who sanction this cluster fuck of bad taste and chaos.
and i HATE parades. hordes of stupid brain-dead motherfuckers totally oblivious to the rest of the world pushing and shoving and watching with gaping mouths all the pretty colors and loud cacophonous bad music. i hate mobs of people. that is why i hate rock concerts and will never attend another one in my life.
was looking forward to hanging out with a friend of mine but i couldn't even make it to her apartment due to these "festivities". couldn't even walk down the goddamn street. was actually in a good mood and feeling as social as i can possibly get, which is basically hanging out with only one or two people in a quiet dimly lit place away from idiots.......what a fucking waste of time.
of course what it really boils down to is i hate my inability to enjoy myself. that is why i hate all you costumed belligerent freaks.
i hate my personality. i am anti-pleasure. i want no part of it. i cannot accept it if it presents itself. something has infected, poisoned my soul to the point were happiness is equivalent to weakness.....how fucked.
and i HATE parades. hordes of stupid brain-dead motherfuckers totally oblivious to the rest of the world pushing and shoving and watching with gaping mouths all the pretty colors and loud cacophonous bad music. i hate mobs of people. that is why i hate rock concerts and will never attend another one in my life.
was looking forward to hanging out with a friend of mine but i couldn't even make it to her apartment due to these "festivities". couldn't even walk down the goddamn street. was actually in a good mood and feeling as social as i can possibly get, which is basically hanging out with only one or two people in a quiet dimly lit place away from idiots.......what a fucking waste of time.
of course what it really boils down to is i hate my inability to enjoy myself. that is why i hate all you costumed belligerent freaks.
i hate my personality. i am anti-pleasure. i want no part of it. i cannot accept it if it presents itself. something has infected, poisoned my soul to the point were happiness is equivalent to weakness.....how fucked.