

Anti-Bono PropagandaAs I sit in front of the computer, drinking my tall hazelnut no-whip mocha with the enthusiasm of a sorority rush during hazing, I can't help but think about how much the over-priced designer coffee empire parallels Bono, the Irish, Jesus-impersonating sometimes-vocalist (who apparently has yet to learn that Jesus was neither white nor paid lucratively-- though realistically, a Messiah's compensation would probably be much higher today. But more on that some other time).Anti-Bono Propaganda
This thought initially arose when I was perusing Starbucks' limited bottled water selection. To my chagrin, the only bottled dihydrogen oxi


Dystopia: Not the BandIt does seem that our current culture is on the destructive path to total dystopia. The keyword here, though, is “seem.” Yes, there are gang violence, hate crimes, ritualistic slaughter, non-ritualistic slaughter, government-sanctioned slaughter, rape fetishists, spandex tights as a socially acceptable article of clothing: a plethora of atrocities that ostensibly could only mean that the end is near (at least to Fundamentalists and mentally unwell homeless people, who have been making this claim, presumably, since the dawn of time). If people had life spans comparable to Moses’, contention about the earth’sDystopia: Not the Band


The People Versus Paris Hilton Sartre was really on the right track with his memorable (and perhaps excessively-quoted) last line in No Exit: "Hell is other people." I can relate, so let's review the convolution: my life is work. My work is retail. Retail is reliant on other people. Thus, my life is hell. And my hell is shared with other people. The reliance on patronage in our capitalistic society does create an interesting dynamic for the service job, and it isn't completely unlike being a house slave (not that those of us involved inThe People Versus Paris Hilton


Self AdmisionI feel too much anger To know if what I’m saying Needs be said now Or if my ramblings Are an over pour Of my guilt, rage And jealousySelf Admision
So I ask you farther Forgive me my sins Guide me to safe haven Show me how to climb My mountain and be with me
Farther, take a knife To cut the one from my back And cut me again But this time, please Cut free my heart Let it to be open and free Free for me to be me Not the hermit I’ve become
Allow me to break this shell A mirage to the world To resume the stone
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woman: who are you all waiting for?
me: J.K. Rowling
woman: oh! is he that pop singer?
*actual conversation outside Carnegie Hall*
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Take Zer0 - Everything you need to know before take one.
you commented my picture 4 times.
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may rock save your everloving bouncing souls.
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may rock save your everloving bouncing souls.
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may rock save your everloving bouncing souls.
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