foul fucking bastard he was, limping around the sidewalks of our town maddeningly drunk. malignant tumor wandering around the gutters of our cities fine thoroughfares feeding off of the morning sick teenage whores, burnt out on hope and drunk with the notion of salvation. i'll never see nor hear such an angelic voice, humming like a detuned radio over the dissonance of daily life (and what a fucking drag that's become)
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let me paint you a fucking picture here, alright, this is the fucking scene; the city is laid out like a grid you see? it's all very well put together, there are avenue and street signs, there are business and residential districts, hell they've even included a nice low-income (ghetto) neighborhood for all of those poverty-stricken (black) folks . why how fucking kind of them. how fucking considerate. anyways the city hums like a rusty old machine in constant need of repairs, always hackin up black smoke and belching out a few toxic fumes, but nuthin' is ever all that serious. i mean it's nuthin' that the proper authorities can't handle right? the suburban (white) people who either work or own the city find it comfortable, they find it simply lovely, their little sedated reality has all the comforts that ayn rand promised. ITS JUST SO FUCKING COMFORTABLE! its this complacency which poses the largest threat to the metropolitan lifestyle so many of the cities denizens have adopted as their own. Complacency breeds discourse and discourse breeds dissonance and eventually you're left with entropy, with anarchy, with people acknowledging the fact that their biggest fear is not the poor people who live on the part of town they never go to, but the fucking desk that's in front of them, the elevator they ride with fellow employee's, the Japanese car they drive, the pre-fab house they live in, and their sexually unsatisfied wife. all the bullshit of the modern-day-post-cold-war-capitalist-orwellian-double-speakin' authorities can be disregarded and tossed out just like Marx and eugenics.
what we need, especially this christmas, is a little bit more hope. a little bit more danger.
what we need is to fucking realize that no matter how much cheap plastic bullshit you buy for your kids or relatives or whatever the fuck you want to refer to them as, you still have sisters and brothers dying in the very city you're celebrating your christmas in. they may only be a few blocks away.
but hey how the fuck should we care! We're fucking rich! We've got fucking computers! fuck yea man FUCK YEA!
sorrry, there's my christmas rant
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