you're not good enough to be you
Nip this, tuck that, lipo your ass your stomach your hips your thighs, breast lifts, augmentation, reduction, enhancements, noses, chins, fat injections in your lip, etc. If you can have it surgically done they are showing it on TV and thats what everyone is tuning in to see these days. Reality TV has turned into an hour of on screen mutilation for the physical "betterment" of that human being. Shows like The Swan, Extreme Make-over, I want a Famous Face all of these shows make me sick. All of these shows push down impressionable people's throats that a couple thousand dollars and the right surgeon can make you acceptable. I remember when plastic surgeons were paid to help accident victums or burn victums.
This whole world is obsessed with being someone or something else. You become your new vintage slim polo with the collar turned up, your faded khaki cargo shorts cut at the bottom so they frey out, all wrinkled to make it look as though you are so fucking laid back that you dont even care enough to fold your clothes. You become your baggy cut capri's with the cute little ties, a $24 nearly shear cotton shirt with a hip saying or a catchy one liner, $95 hairstyle that looks almost no different. You become your Louis FUCKING Vuitton handbag and matching wallet. Over time everyone just becomes a walking, talking maniquin(SP?). Everywhere you go you see your shirt, your shorts, your jeans, your purse. Everywhere you go you see blank faces. Everywhere I go makes me want to fucking puke!
Is the juice worth the squeeze?
This whole world is obsessed with being someone or something else. You become your new vintage slim polo with the collar turned up, your faded khaki cargo shorts cut at the bottom so they frey out, all wrinkled to make it look as though you are so fucking laid back that you dont even care enough to fold your clothes. You become your baggy cut capri's with the cute little ties, a $24 nearly shear cotton shirt with a hip saying or a catchy one liner, $95 hairstyle that looks almost no different. You become your Louis FUCKING Vuitton handbag and matching wallet. Over time everyone just becomes a walking, talking maniquin(SP?). Everywhere you go you see your shirt, your shorts, your jeans, your purse. Everywhere you go you see blank faces. Everywhere I go makes me want to fucking puke!
Is the juice worth the squeeze?