04 September 2013
How curious to strike a sour note in such a sublime melody! What follows is a cell block field description. Either I am getting even more curmudgeonly in the run-up to middle age, or people really have become uglier. I think it is the latter. Ugliness offends me; I want to destroy it. Modern humans disgust me. I see fat faces reflecting the American man-child ideal and I want to strike them. Wide-set eyes and pug noses. Distended bellies full of junk. And minds full of lies. Deadbeats, addicts, and fucking incompetents. Prancing bimbos, little toads full of pathetic hipster excuses. The Post-American dystopia, as I keep telling you, is ripe for subversion. But for now I turn away. Fogey routines provide an order unattainable in civilian life. One surfs the Kali Yuga and moves to bio-genetic harmonies. Initiating binary commands.