The Age of Nefarious
Fuck Aquarius...
Peace and love. Fuck that.
War and terror is where it's at.
In this age we live in getting old is a sin, and lines of age are treated like the devil's claw marks on your delicate skin. And God forbid you should be old and ugly. No, really, like please, just crawl away somewhere and just, like, die! Innit! And I don't care if you're talented, like, innit. Like, please, no, you don't even need talent in this day and age.
Experience counts for nothing, and wisdom can just get to fuck. And being intelligent? Puuurlease, Jade Goody is proof that success can come to those who aren't, innit!
And God help women who are size 8. Well, that's, like, just so fat, innit? And God help any woman with a normal body shape. After all, who wants to be normal? Don't you ladies just want to stagger around on broom handle legs with your razor sharp hip bones sticking out through your swim suit? Surely, you must do. Otherwise those in the advertising and marketing world wouldn't be trying to sell you the products that might enable you to achieve it. Or kill yourself trying.
Youth and beauty is cherished above all else. Shallow is the new depth. An ad campaign even tells us that 'it's what's on the outside that counts.' And when the good men and women of the advertising world, those paragons of moral virtue, tell us these things... well it just has to be true doesn't it? After all, beautiful is worth it. Isn't it?
Fuck that. As Bill Hicks once said, and I paraphrase, 'Marketing people are the ruiners of all things good. If there are any marketing people here tonight; please kill yourself. No, it's not a joke. Please kill yourself, now!'
Beauty is over-rated. Youth even more so.
And get this... they both fade.
I don't rate the people I know by that kind of fucked up value system. I judge the people I have befriended, or fallen in love with, by who they are and what they are and how likely they are to hold their own with me in a conversation. Looks do come into the love equation, but not in the sense that I would discount a relationship with somebody because they don't fit some insane physical paradigm.
Fuck advertising. Fuck youth. Fuck beauty and fuck shallow.
Read. Travel. Learn. Age. Gain wisdom. Do something creative. Respect your elders. Don't consume. Don't buy into celebrity culture.
And don't buy into The Age of Nefarious.
Peace and love. Fuck that.
War and terror is where it's at.
In this age we live in getting old is a sin, and lines of age are treated like the devil's claw marks on your delicate skin. And God forbid you should be old and ugly. No, really, like please, just crawl away somewhere and just, like, die! Innit! And I don't care if you're talented, like, innit. Like, please, no, you don't even need talent in this day and age.
Experience counts for nothing, and wisdom can just get to fuck. And being intelligent? Puuurlease, Jade Goody is proof that success can come to those who aren't, innit!
And God help women who are size 8. Well, that's, like, just so fat, innit? And God help any woman with a normal body shape. After all, who wants to be normal? Don't you ladies just want to stagger around on broom handle legs with your razor sharp hip bones sticking out through your swim suit? Surely, you must do. Otherwise those in the advertising and marketing world wouldn't be trying to sell you the products that might enable you to achieve it. Or kill yourself trying.
Youth and beauty is cherished above all else. Shallow is the new depth. An ad campaign even tells us that 'it's what's on the outside that counts.' And when the good men and women of the advertising world, those paragons of moral virtue, tell us these things... well it just has to be true doesn't it? After all, beautiful is worth it. Isn't it?
Fuck that. As Bill Hicks once said, and I paraphrase, 'Marketing people are the ruiners of all things good. If there are any marketing people here tonight; please kill yourself. No, it's not a joke. Please kill yourself, now!'
Beauty is over-rated. Youth even more so.
And get this... they both fade.
I don't rate the people I know by that kind of fucked up value system. I judge the people I have befriended, or fallen in love with, by who they are and what they are and how likely they are to hold their own with me in a conversation. Looks do come into the love equation, but not in the sense that I would discount a relationship with somebody because they don't fit some insane physical paradigm.
Fuck advertising. Fuck youth. Fuck beauty and fuck shallow.
Read. Travel. Learn. Age. Gain wisdom. Do something creative. Respect your elders. Don't consume. Don't buy into celebrity culture.
And don't buy into The Age of Nefarious.
posted by The Nothing Man at 3.1.07
4 Comments:
But I like Celebrity Big Brother, you cunt again.
I read those last three paragraphs in a 'trainspotting' voice.
And completely agree with the sentiment.
And couldn't help peeking at CBB just to point and laugh.
FB, I guess - upon re-reading the final three paras - it does sound like trainspotting.
My girlfriend also sneaked a peak at BB, for exactly the same reason. However, I fear she may become addicted and then try to inflict it upon me!
No one rages like you, baby!
And BB is ridiculous.
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