Its political science and Volcom stone.
It’s our freedom to and freedom from.
It’s our need to redistribute wealth.
Its puffy summer clouds and a bad acid trip in the 1970s.
It’s biting your nails down to the point where they bleed, then wiping the blood everywhere and enjoying the pain.
It’s a Natalie Roachuck knock off who just sat down beside me.
It’s this knock off neighbor of mine and the way she smells like last season Dior with a Guess purse over flowing with twenty dollar bills.
It’s my Philosophy professor who I’m pretty sure could drop dead any second; not because he looks old or haggard in anyways, but merely because of the senior citizen pace in which he moves.
Its preppy jocks selling their soul to the devil for a ‘roll up the rim’ Tim Hortons’ coffee. It’s the materialistic obsession which drives them to make this deal with Hells unholy ruler. End result: no plasma TV and a fake, unfitting caffeine addiction.
Its taking gravol to sleep and ephedrine to stay awake.
It’s accepting the fact that I’m going to hell when I’m in my late early 40’s.
Just enough time to take over the world, yet still old enough to die alone.
It’s people bitching about bad grammar on the on the internet.
Welcome to the evolution of the English language.
It’s been evolving for years, and you just care now?
Have fun rotting in the 20th century. And you cynical a**holes say you want a revolution. Bullshi*t.
It’s the strange mystery of why society hates to love and loves to hate mullets.
Its way back in your youth when you used to get those little tins of fruit cocktail in your lunchbox.
And the first time your Mum forgot to pack a spoon you realized you could bend the tin lid to shovel the sugary fruity goodness into your mouth, and beaming at your own creativity and problem solving skills.
Its when people are so bored they start to notice the most small and minute details of everyday life.
Bottle labels, chipping nail polish, half printed letters in the newspaper and the 1.2 millimeter difference between your left and right thumb.
Starring at them as if they have a hidden meaning that people in their modernistic life are missing.
They keep saying ‘If I look more closely I will see it’.
No.
You.
Won’t.
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Published by ladyofthe80s: 3:16 PM
Updated On: 3/25/2007 at 3:17 PM
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