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"I don't like zoos. Awful"
I am at a gig for a local alcohol manufacturer... All I can see are short skirts and pathetic mohawk attempts... The youth aren't fucked...they're just drunk...
Pop Culture...*spit spit*
You know, well...actually you don't, if you did (and I use the term "you" assuming that anyone reads this)that would mean that you're all in my head...I digress; What the hell is the point of a "Pop Culture Magazine" if it is only marketed to the Elitists? I mean really! Pop culture was not born by people drinking tea in Versailles and yelling "Let them eat cake!", it was born from the peasants, the plebeians...who could not afford the jesters or corsets made available to the upper class... Disclaimer: This rant is possibly made worse by the fact that my external drive has had a PMS moment and I have run out of cigarettes.
life in strange places...
After spending this afternoon running around the old ice rink in Central Port Elizabeth...and trying desperately to avoid dirty needles and the occasional Nigerian Drug Lord...I came across a little fern frond on the top floor...trying it's utmost best to outwit and outlive the decay that surrounds it...what a happy little moment... :w00t:
I believe it was dear old Fred that said "A casual stroll through a lunatic asylum shows us that faith proves nothing"... I happen to agree. Happy new year... Anyway, now that the festivities are out of the way, I have decided to make new window blinds from old x-rays. I have also been contemplating selling my kidney on the black market, but I cannot get my initial concept of "the black market" out of my head...considering I live in South Africa, the macabre history of apartheid...when I was 7, I thought it was nothing more than a place where people of colour traded...*sigh* If I had one wish, it wouldn't be for millions, it would be to