Thursday, June 17, 2010

I always forget my own blog- Goal: do not abandon

Hello to the billions of fans I have accrued. Sarcasm.
Sarcasm is so sad, is is not? I find it to be relieving though a bit dragging. I cling to it like a moth to a light. An addict to his bottle and a mother to her child.
Could it be that my generation is regarded as rude, complacent and entitled because we constantly fire off sarcastic retorts? Lacking any ability to hold a conversation with a peer without dropping curse words into every sentence.
We're honestly much worse than sailors. Our ability to hold conversations entirely comprised of the word "fuck" is astounding.
"Fuck you, you fucking bumfuck of a fucker." What in the world do sentences like that even mean? Sure, they are demeaning and bring down the accursed person, but do they really add anything to the world?
No.
They do not.
And yet, every new hip hop/ R&B / rock and roll / pop song that is released drops that lovely rose of a word into at least three lines or so. Next thing we know, Justin Bieber will be rapping along side 50 cent, going on and on about raining on some hoes.
I'm so glad that my generation has such an avid interest in vocabulary. Don't you agree?

Friday, January 8, 2010

Dali ain't got shit on me

Lady Fingers Drip Their Sugar
Falling Like Blood
Onto Pure China Plates


Hypocrisy Marches
Down Old Calvary Road
He Is As Thunder
Butterflies Spring
From His Rumbling Steps