Propaganda, it's called that by the disenfranchised...
Pride sucked ass. Apparently there were other things on Friday and Saturday, but I never saw them. Was there a place for the people of QPOC (incidentally popping up in news as a new and radical shift in whatever and whatever)? Was there a place for Inga? I bet my left kidney not (and understand, I'm confident in this bet, because if I lose, I can't drink anymore). There were a lot more women than men in the parade; that was definitely the shit.
My two friends were awesome. They at times multiplied into four, and that was cool. I saw a woman drinking a heineken from a paper bag in the middle of the street. Yagermeister, Honda of Seattle, Wells Fargo, UPN 11, Pepsi, and Tylenol PM were some of the key sponsors.
Tylenol PM, supportive of the homosexual lifestyle? WHAT THE FUCK.
"With Tylenol PM, after a hard night of drinking, dancing, and barebacking that spicy latino lover you picked up at the club, you can get a good and even night's rest and not worry about a hangover when you go to work to Nordstrom's the next morning. Tylenol PM. Because we care about your faggy ass."
Please god, let me make this commercial.
Anyway...
So, I'm winding up for the big countdown, I'm winding down because I've been as a wind-up toy of late. Um, yeah. I'm hanging out with the Tenz right now still. I wish it were fall 2005 again, but with more anarchists. The circles are breaking and I'm no weaver of tapestries. It hurts, man. It hurts.
I just realized how disorganized my thoughts are. Ah well. I understand them.
My two friends were awesome. They at times multiplied into four, and that was cool. I saw a woman drinking a heineken from a paper bag in the middle of the street. Yagermeister, Honda of Seattle, Wells Fargo, UPN 11, Pepsi, and Tylenol PM were some of the key sponsors.
Tylenol PM, supportive of the homosexual lifestyle? WHAT THE FUCK.
"With Tylenol PM, after a hard night of drinking, dancing, and barebacking that spicy latino lover you picked up at the club, you can get a good and even night's rest and not worry about a hangover when you go to work to Nordstrom's the next morning. Tylenol PM. Because we care about your faggy ass."
Please god, let me make this commercial.
Anyway...
So, I'm winding up for the big countdown, I'm winding down because I've been as a wind-up toy of late. Um, yeah. I'm hanging out with the Tenz right now still. I wish it were fall 2005 again, but with more anarchists. The circles are breaking and I'm no weaver of tapestries. It hurts, man. It hurts.
I just realized how disorganized my thoughts are. Ah well. I understand them.