Jul 26, 2005 23:09
san antonio. the epitome of cliche. the essence of fake, unoriginal GARBAGE. i am so fed up with this straightlaced, one-way city that thinks anything remotely unusual, original, or outside of MTV's saturday night listings is a natural phenomenon.
yes, i don't match my clothes.
yes, i listen to music outside of the DISGUSTINGLY DRAB radio.
yes, i carry a lunch box.
yes, i like foreign films.
yes, i own a mannaquin.
yes, i write poetry.
yes, i shop at goodwill, salvation army, and the resail shops downtown.
yes, i don't binge, down keggers, smoke weed, shoot heroine, fool around, have sex, gamble, or participate in the slow degenerative CANCER of today's pop culture.
yes, i don't believe in teenage hierarchy: take your prom queen nomination to walmart you fake blonde communist.
yes, i believe in empathy, and not apathy.
yes, i believe in human compassion, and not ignoring the girl you just messed around with last night.
yes, i believe in choosing who you want to date, not being dictated by your popularity.
yes, i don't believe in tanning booths, or mystic tan, or being permantenly orange.
yes, i don't own a 2005 mustang gt convertible, a hummer, lexus, mercedes, or bmw.
yes, i don't shop at ABERCROMBIE where porn is wall decor.
yes, i am sorry that Christianity to you seems like a fad, and a nice addition to your resume.
yes, i believe in God.
yes, i am a Christian.
and this is why i want to move home.
i.
hate.
conformity.
this.
is.
the.
sound.
of.
settling.
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