E#19: Not a Single Drop

No quotes, no darkness, no smoke & mirrors. I am back and armed to the teeth. Reblogging pictures must be a tough job for you troglodytic, (a)pathetic trust fund babies. It’s like a prim-and-proper regurgitation of the far grittier, more badass 1990s.

It’s like you all observed the 90s from a Starfucks somewhere and decided, “hey, I’m too gutless to do that, so I’ll just take a few photos and credit myself”. And as for the cameras you take the photos with, please hand them back to your ancestors. This whole ‘new age vintage’ bullshit is about as dense as your intelligence. In other words, not very. You could all be lined up at the gates of Hell and I wouldn’t spare a drop of piss to put you all out.

And as for your attitude, it’s a fountain of originality! (note the sarcasm) It’s just another conglomeration of past generations. It’s like Frankenstein’s creature. What looks like it could be prosperous and bright (and upstanding in the eyes of those born in the 1930s), ends up being grotesque. It then teases nature vs. nurture, which does not apply in this case. See, the nurture is good, but nature turns sour and it’s reflected in the nature of the gelatinous tapeworms who follow these trends.

The image is one of apathy and uniformity. “Yeah, let’s be unique by being the same! See? It’s ironic!” Oh the irony! Oh the ludicrous ricockulousness! It’s just an image of apathetic confusion. And you can’t spell ‘apathetic’ without ‘pathetic’. It’s a death wish. It’s just another case of being lost in the shuffle. And like a whirlpool effect, time will suck you in, then spit you out into obscurity. Nice going! You all blindly follow, like an army of apathetic gears working the machine. A group of slaves in uniform.

That’s all this trend is. It’s a lack of originality, uniform slavery. And masterless slavery at that. All generations and all demographics united under one banner of ignorant stupidity. Gears, working a useless machine, living in fear of escaping the norms. The blind lead the blind through the fiery gates. And like I said, not a single drop.