The Messiah
02-21-2002, 10:11 PM
I was thinking recently, and it hurt alot, but I pushed through,and realized how much on a general basis I hate heros. You know, the kids who try and "save" people. The matyrs...uhg, gimme a break.
Things make me think, people, lives that somehow expose themselves to me, all make me start to pick apart the "real deal". Take Peter for example. Peter Michaels works at the toy store next to that shitty Vietnamese sucky sucky massage and blow joint on the corner of Baker Street. Yeah hes cool cause he gives toys to the homeless kids on christmas. That bastard ripped me off for $40 when he sold me a counterfeit Peanuts orgy Betamax tape. Yes, I have a Betamax because this VHS and Laserdisc shit is going to die and Betamax will come back into style, you idiot kids, just like swing dancing and bathtub whisky.
I also hate the kids on those fucking suicide help lines. Those kids are amazing, Look, if some stupid excuse for a wet sack of organs calls up and wants to end it, this is where judging your fellow man like a god comes into play!
Judge for yourself, are they cool? Hey whats cool right? But do they have a attractive sister? They do? is she single? she is? is she moral? she isnt? Are they protective? Oh they are? well then they are now tagged HURDLE, and what better to do with a hurdle then elimate it before the race!
I mean jeeeeeezus, these kids act like they audition for days of our lives when they break for lunch. Boy, nothing quite like watching idiotic cultural drudgery cross all ethnic gaps and turn the entire world into a bunch of raving idiots that should be dismembered and shoved into a nuclear waste barrel.. Go back to your job cutting meat at the Kroger's deli counter and ill use the river you cried for me TO FEED STARVING GIRAFFES IN ETHIOPIA.
So yah, things your savior ponders when he sits alone reading penthouse letters. I hope its made you think too.
and just remember, Dont be a shit starter be a shit farmer.
Jeers!
Things make me think, people, lives that somehow expose themselves to me, all make me start to pick apart the "real deal". Take Peter for example. Peter Michaels works at the toy store next to that shitty Vietnamese sucky sucky massage and blow joint on the corner of Baker Street. Yeah hes cool cause he gives toys to the homeless kids on christmas. That bastard ripped me off for $40 when he sold me a counterfeit Peanuts orgy Betamax tape. Yes, I have a Betamax because this VHS and Laserdisc shit is going to die and Betamax will come back into style, you idiot kids, just like swing dancing and bathtub whisky.
I also hate the kids on those fucking suicide help lines. Those kids are amazing, Look, if some stupid excuse for a wet sack of organs calls up and wants to end it, this is where judging your fellow man like a god comes into play!
Judge for yourself, are they cool? Hey whats cool right? But do they have a attractive sister? They do? is she single? she is? is she moral? she isnt? Are they protective? Oh they are? well then they are now tagged HURDLE, and what better to do with a hurdle then elimate it before the race!
I mean jeeeeeezus, these kids act like they audition for days of our lives when they break for lunch. Boy, nothing quite like watching idiotic cultural drudgery cross all ethnic gaps and turn the entire world into a bunch of raving idiots that should be dismembered and shoved into a nuclear waste barrel.. Go back to your job cutting meat at the Kroger's deli counter and ill use the river you cried for me TO FEED STARVING GIRAFFES IN ETHIOPIA.
So yah, things your savior ponders when he sits alone reading penthouse letters. I hope its made you think too.
and just remember, Dont be a shit starter be a shit farmer.
Jeers!