The idea that what you wore yesterday somehow now disgusts you merely because it is no longer original is a disturbing thing.
Progress is driven by innovation.
The new often is more useless than the old.
Advertisements are not worth raising my leg to piss on; they are already so soaked in the fetid urine of a million worthless marketers that I suspect the urine would splash back and wet my socks.
People walk faster in the city, my theory, nowhere to go, penned in, large crowd, clearly a reason to panic.
I ascribe the scarcity of public bloodlust and violence to mind control drugs, vented from every air conditioning unit.
There are worse ways to get a venereal disease than licking a toilet seat; at least you know you deserved it.
Why do teenagers drink?
Why do teenagers drink on playgrounds?
Are they trying to regain some lost youth or naivety that was crushed from them by the bleak outlook described by those older than them?
Probably not, as Larry says: 'less moving parts, easier to build'.
Eat something you dislike.
because playgrounds rock.
ReplyDeletesimple, really.