Before I begin my relentless rant, let me first say it feels fuckin’ awesome to be on here with a clear mind. I haven’t updated this blog in what feels like forever and it feels good to be back in the rantin’ business. I’ve got a new mindset, and looking back at my old posts, I’ve definitely moved away from the intensity. I plan on being honest. I plan on pulling strings, pissing you off to the point where you want to retaliate but you just can’t. This is where words are the most powerful. If I name names, so be it, deal with it. If I don’t, and you take offense, then you probably had it coming.
Now, I really hate sounding like a preacher, a ranting fuckwad with no direction in his words, but here we go. I’ll get straight to the point. This whole “free spirit” bullshit is exactly that, complete bullshit. You guys can pose all you want, you’re fake. You can try fake being “free” all you want but there will always be people there that will point out your ingenuities. You can use your trust fund to buy all the materials you need and want, but they’ll be just that. They’ll be materials, no matter what shit you spin them into. I’m not judging your fashion sense (but let’s be honest, you probably wouldn’t be caught dead in it if it wasn’t considered as “in”). I’m merely pointing out that you are not “free spirits.” Free spirits are what I get at an open bar. You are nothing but fakes, trying to grab onto something that will fade as soon as you get a hold of it.
You try to emulate something you’re clearly not. You judge, you crucify others for their choices and claim that your (very similar) choices are superior. Fashion, music, the material, has all become a religion. This religion is worshipped by people who can’t find themselves. It’s for those who have no purpose and only live for the “in-crowd.” To those people I ask, who are you? No, really, who the fuck are you? Do you know who you are as a person? Are you so easily swayed by this new black to the point where you put down your past?
What I’m trying to say is that you are not a “free spirit.” You think you are, but you’re just subscribing to an illusion created by the in-crowd. You’re shelling out your parents’ money (let’s be honest, most of you are trust fund babies, just begging to be the centre of attention) so that you can continue being self-indulgent, self-entitled, elitist douchebags. All the money in the world can buy you all the materials, all the vintage and all the vinyl but, deep down, you can’t change the person you are. You follow blogs like mollysoda and other Tumblr-famous (yes, unfortunately it’s actually a thing) tryhards in order to maintain your elitist poser status. I know I’m not the only one who sees through the bullshit.
So as I sit here and listen to a toxic combination of Operation Ivy and Fucked Up, I bid thee adieu. Guys, keep wearing your Hawaiian shirts, and pants. Girls, your Aztec on Aztec is fuck-ugly. Your uniform lets us know who you are. It’s like the SS of the fashion puked their parents’ wardrobe all over you and slapped a “vintage” label on it.
Remember, there is no enemy. There is only man and machine. The machine keeps on turning and churning clones, and among all these disposable gears, there are the few of us who stay golden.
Chances are nobody will read this far, but if you did, then I thank you. Hell, I thank everyone for reading this and anything else I’ve written. You guys took the time out to listen to “The Bad Guy” so I thank you.
Cheers ‘til next time.