and also,
joe strummer would have my head in a fucking toilet if he knew that i downloaded a bunch of Clash songs right after he died.
jesus, i am soooo predictable.
what is it about death that legitimizes anyone's art, no matter how bad/frivolous/kick-ass good sheeit/amazing it is?
huh>?
it's weird isn't it?
don't you love forward slash?
that guy next to me in bart, the guy who kept doing the casual glance to stare at me (could be my shoes, they do stand out those ones that are white all around and black on top and look like bowling shoes).
the diana ross drunk tape comes out friday.
wow, the future.
ooooooh, the future.
the future.
the future.
neet.
and neat.
fuckpig.
shat.
lacquer.
do you like the things that life is showing you?

do you know?

pushy
bitch.

dated.
for sure.
cancer.
cancer.
lancer.
manger.
mangy.
grunge never existed. but now...it did.
so weird.
pound something into people's heads enough and they accept it.
that's weird.
culture is forced upon us now.
it is.