last night some girl told me that i had a jerk's face. i just smiled and pretended she was a lamp. all in polite company and around an intimate little table at a bar. i had met her an hour before with a friend of mine. she comes from money, has no sense of style, wears disgusting makeup and says mean shit constantly.
i was dragged out by the promise of free drinks. i drank. the little poshy lounge was an awful sight. my pot brownie was kicking in. standing room only all over the bar. everyone's dressed like an expensive whore or a macy's spring sale male model with a hot boy haircut. everyone positioned to grope, touch, not care, offend or snub. me too. i hate when i get like that. i get pressed in a corner and hate my way out of it.
'if you like people, don't bartend in a club,' my friend says. i remember two hours ago he told me we should come out and make an appearance to meet someone or other and get put up. i was suspicious,'who's out there?' my friend's a bad liar: 'some chill ass folks, it's gonna be cool.' i snapped with a half laugh,'chris, i hate people!' 'so? come out.'
i hopped the bart turnstiles. i'm not gonna pay to go out on wednesday! i swear, the best part of going out is getting there, and then the intimate drunk moments with friends hours later. everyone's a sheep in transit. they all pretend they aren't listening. hate hate hate. repeat...
people are purely evil. you gotta applaud the ones that do it with style. they can dish it out, then take it with a nasty smile. i love making the innocent bystander admit they're evil even though they don't even show a trace. the old joke goes: a fairy appears to a farmer and gives him two options. one is he gets one additional cow and his neighbor gets two. and the second option is that one of his cows is killed and his neighbor has two cows killed. in their private moments, without any repercussions or even lingering memory of choice made, i think most people will choose the second option. it's not even up to them. they just spend too much time around people, or better yet people's virtual personalities. there was a couple in south korea that was so consumed on raising a virtual baby that they let their real baby die of malnutrition. ever hang out with people that constantly text or im? what they're really saying is 'i've got better things to do. could you fuck off for a minute?'
with all this social 'evolution' and technology available to everyone (let's face it, even i can afford a 4g device) it's no surprise neither the left nor the right has come up with a new idea or program in 40 years. we're just playing with genitalia, watching others play with their genitalia, or playing with ourselves. every tv show or movie is like a long handjob. oh my god, it's been almost an hour and a half and i haven't come yet!!! the stars align, everything works out perfect! even better than you expected, and you come really hard. you brush yourself off, half dazed, look around at the dark living room or theatre and carry on like you're living in a democracy.
you can't beat em. seclusion is for the really strong or the really rich. the lounge is all spectacle. it doesn't look like alcohol is much of a social lubricant. people can't offer each other much comfort, just sleazy promises. carrots and sticks. give me access to your resources and i'll captivate your attention, let you smell my fine leather, see my war chest, i'll reprise my best moves. i'm just a killer for your love, vote, attention. if the laughing hyena could only understand. all of this makes me down my drink and head out.
the first few minutes of a deep lush buzz from expensive alcohol is a heater. you feel like a symphony, like you wanna run free, laugh, have a good time, fuck a precious love, seduce, hit the gas pedal, finish the exam first cocksure and glorious, feel your wit coming on, best your opponent. the problem is it doesn't last long and it's downhill from there. if you drink any more it dissolves and if you stop drinking you get tired and bored. and you never want to get tired and bored. never.
someone should tell that to these people. thank god we got out of there to catch the last bart train.
i was dragged out by the promise of free drinks. i drank. the little poshy lounge was an awful sight. my pot brownie was kicking in. standing room only all over the bar. everyone's dressed like an expensive whore or a macy's spring sale male model with a hot boy haircut. everyone positioned to grope, touch, not care, offend or snub. me too. i hate when i get like that. i get pressed in a corner and hate my way out of it.
'if you like people, don't bartend in a club,' my friend says. i remember two hours ago he told me we should come out and make an appearance to meet someone or other and get put up. i was suspicious,'who's out there?' my friend's a bad liar: 'some chill ass folks, it's gonna be cool.' i snapped with a half laugh,'chris, i hate people!' 'so? come out.'
i hopped the bart turnstiles. i'm not gonna pay to go out on wednesday! i swear, the best part of going out is getting there, and then the intimate drunk moments with friends hours later. everyone's a sheep in transit. they all pretend they aren't listening. hate hate hate. repeat...
people are purely evil. you gotta applaud the ones that do it with style. they can dish it out, then take it with a nasty smile. i love making the innocent bystander admit they're evil even though they don't even show a trace. the old joke goes: a fairy appears to a farmer and gives him two options. one is he gets one additional cow and his neighbor gets two. and the second option is that one of his cows is killed and his neighbor has two cows killed. in their private moments, without any repercussions or even lingering memory of choice made, i think most people will choose the second option. it's not even up to them. they just spend too much time around people, or better yet people's virtual personalities. there was a couple in south korea that was so consumed on raising a virtual baby that they let their real baby die of malnutrition. ever hang out with people that constantly text or im? what they're really saying is 'i've got better things to do. could you fuck off for a minute?'
with all this social 'evolution' and technology available to everyone (let's face it, even i can afford a 4g device) it's no surprise neither the left nor the right has come up with a new idea or program in 40 years. we're just playing with genitalia, watching others play with their genitalia, or playing with ourselves. every tv show or movie is like a long handjob. oh my god, it's been almost an hour and a half and i haven't come yet!!! the stars align, everything works out perfect! even better than you expected, and you come really hard. you brush yourself off, half dazed, look around at the dark living room or theatre and carry on like you're living in a democracy.
you can't beat em. seclusion is for the really strong or the really rich. the lounge is all spectacle. it doesn't look like alcohol is much of a social lubricant. people can't offer each other much comfort, just sleazy promises. carrots and sticks. give me access to your resources and i'll captivate your attention, let you smell my fine leather, see my war chest, i'll reprise my best moves. i'm just a killer for your love, vote, attention. if the laughing hyena could only understand. all of this makes me down my drink and head out.
the first few minutes of a deep lush buzz from expensive alcohol is a heater. you feel like a symphony, like you wanna run free, laugh, have a good time, fuck a precious love, seduce, hit the gas pedal, finish the exam first cocksure and glorious, feel your wit coming on, best your opponent. the problem is it doesn't last long and it's downhill from there. if you drink any more it dissolves and if you stop drinking you get tired and bored. and you never want to get tired and bored. never.
someone should tell that to these people. thank god we got out of there to catch the last bart train.
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