Apr 18, 2005 18:52
So since there are so many identities for sale in the malls these days what the fuck's a kid to do. Y'don't have no friends now? Well, you could get a hemp necklace, some pre-torn-and-then-fixed pantaloons (AMERICAN EAGLE BABY), grow a little grizzle, get a hawt GF and cewl accent and then you'd have an endless supply of associates (who you will be doing business with after COLLEGE PARTAY TIME).
The problem being, there really ain't much depth with that. One can only have so many conversations in which everyone else is GAY followed by a wholesome chuckle confirming the participants' manhood.
That's one example of genre (and emotion) conformity. I much prefer evolution past identity crutches. Extracting the authentic aspects from the entire spectrum of culture makes people fucking solid (and not so panzy-arsed). I spose what defines a lame-o is lacking the ability to discern between bullshit and Jesus' own sweet nectar.
Enough analyzing chaos.
-someone who can't relate. If your life teaches you different lessons than FUCK YOU GO DIE. I don't want to enjoy your interpretation of reality. It will never be CORRECT like mine. I decide everything.
If you see Phil give 'im slap on the back cause difficult times are already here.
I have two weeks of high school left and then I am going to Ohio (in the fall). What is there? I don't really know. But after i get learned i might be able to outsmart a bullet!
You guys...