Falling apart together.
Recently I was talking to my brother and I asked him if he really didn't think the world was totally fucked up. He doesn't, he thinks the world is just the way it is.
The fact that banks are stealing 6 billion dollars a year is enough to show the world is fucked. Look around at all the miserable unfulfilled drones in their grey lives and tell me the world is not a mess.
But then I start to realize, what am I complaining about. Sure the world is fucked, but its beautiful. I wouldn't have it any other way. I see can it all falling apart, this crazy world we're building is hurtling towards some bizarre catastophic breakdown and I can't wait. I'm enjoying the ride. I only wish there was more I could do to speed us to the crash.
Thanks to our repressed perverted culture I can use my computer to find nude pictures of shannon elizabeth to jack off to. This is pure freedom shitheads!!!
Thanks to our lazy fat people there are mcdonalds drive thru's on every block, in fact everything is being done in drive thru format, banking, liquor stores. I think the idea of drive thru probably came when a marketing exec was haggling with a junkie prostitute through his car window in Times Square. He realized that haggling while remaining seated in your vehicle makes you more willing to shell out the greenbacks. Through your car window you would be more willing to ass the hooker if you can piss on her ass, while if you were standing face to face it would be more embarrassing.
We have made a shrine of greed, lazyness, and selfishness. We have trained ourselves and justified to ourselves an unwillingness to listen to anything that takes more than one second to explain. I have the attention span of a gnat, if someone tries to explain something to me that takes more than a minute they might as well start speaking in latin cause I ain't listening. Its a miracle I ever got a drivers license, here's a recreation of my driver training experience, as seen through my mind.
The instructor talking, "Now slow down for this unmarked intersection, look both ways, septimus actimus pluribus sempo polomibus..."
You know who needs those funny diagram stickers of legs getting chopped of pasted on the side of your lawnmower to remind you that they're dangerous? Me. You, everyone.
Our society is immersed in expectations that everything be safe disposal plastic and paper, eventually tombstones will be made of recycled juice boxes. I fucking love it. I demand speed, efficiency, easy to read instructions, easy to reload handguns, artery clogging semi-animal fat, drive thru heart surgery. It just gets better and better, faster and faster. Our culture is all going the way of japanese snack food packaging. Everything shiny bright colors with crazy pictures of whatever you're eating smiling at you.
We don't really need cheaper beef, cheaper life insurance and more brands of condoms (birth control is her problem). But we want it, and fuck anyone that tries to stand in the way of what we want. But it can't go on forever. And I pray for armies of children conceived with internet purchased models ova rallying in the streets.
"The rivers will choke with your dead as we rid the earth of all impure non-internet purchased norms!"
They will be thin, beautiful and hairless, like those weird cats.
It's all so beautiful. The skyscrapers packed with retards in suits, the prefab suburbs filled with miles and miles of identical houses, identical cars and tortured parents worrying about why their 15 year old daughter got a nose ring and is probably fucking a 21 year old DJ.
All the zombies shuffling through this disaster waiting to happen totally oblivious to anything.
Well its all going down baby, and I can't wait. I just want my own teenage girl with a nose ring to sit back with and watch it all go down the drain.