To understand my own opinions and how these odd manifestations of ideas and beliefs come across you must understand a few key points.
Firstly, I'm an idiot. Young, but through the crucible of hard knocks, idiotic relatives and dower view of how humanity's idiocy, that I as well share, has well really left its mark. Somehow its the more unsavory examples of our species capacity for cruelty and evil against itself that we remember best remember best. But I find myself in a digressive path toward rambling verbosity. So back track for a moment. We are creative being, be it art, math, science, or ingeniously clever means of self destruction, that is what I'm here to critisize. With the eyes of young fool, given focus by the shit I've seen and these frankly god-awful contact lenses that feel like Satan-himself sleeping snugly in my cornea every time I blink.
Secondly, I find myself surrounded by a strange convoluted culture of art, celebrity, and creation that somehow has produced more god-awful crap than it has masterpieces, and many people also like these golden-painted turds expensively developed, distributed and thrown halfheartedly onto a movie screen, or blended into ink and printed onto flawless white paper with an expensive looking cover, or just insultingly lasered onto a disk, packaged, packed, and distributed right onto these shiny new consoles that seem to be the only game in town. Good and the bad.
Thirdly, I've got an opinion, as my readership that as absent on lets "lets just be nice today day" at Bastards Anonymous, for the further destruction, dissolution and development of idiocy, and denial that people somehow emulate with a sniggering form of irony from the other side of the informed and not-so-bastard-like spectrum. But then again, who cares about opinion.
And thus my first blog.
Firstly, I'm an idiot. Young, but through the crucible of hard knocks, idiotic relatives and dower view of how humanity's idiocy, that I as well share, has well really left its mark. Somehow its the more unsavory examples of our species capacity for cruelty and evil against itself that we remember best remember best. But I find myself in a digressive path toward rambling verbosity. So back track for a moment. We are creative being, be it art, math, science, or ingeniously clever means of self destruction, that is what I'm here to critisize. With the eyes of young fool, given focus by the shit I've seen and these frankly god-awful contact lenses that feel like Satan-himself sleeping snugly in my cornea every time I blink.
Secondly, I find myself surrounded by a strange convoluted culture of art, celebrity, and creation that somehow has produced more god-awful crap than it has masterpieces, and many people also like these golden-painted turds expensively developed, distributed and thrown halfheartedly onto a movie screen, or blended into ink and printed onto flawless white paper with an expensive looking cover, or just insultingly lasered onto a disk, packaged, packed, and distributed right onto these shiny new consoles that seem to be the only game in town. Good and the bad.
Thirdly, I've got an opinion, as my readership that as absent on lets "lets just be nice today day" at Bastards Anonymous, for the further destruction, dissolution and development of idiocy, and denial that people somehow emulate with a sniggering form of irony from the other side of the informed and not-so-bastard-like spectrum. But then again, who cares about opinion.
And thus my first blog.
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