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Saturday, December 01, 2007

Why?

Why do I keep coming back to this place? Why pick that scab? Why do I always return, just to be irritated and saddened? And more importantly where does such a fat person get trousers that baggy?

the fat man-child and his offending pantaloons are at the bar, he booms with undeserved authority about the iphone, unsupported DVX files and other such geek trivialities, clearly enjoying being the smartest person there, which isn’t much achievement considering the people he is surrounded by are either the nodding deaf, their hearing destroyed by years of speaker hugging gigs and random blows to the head. Or burnouts, wandering specters of the almost dead scene, haunting this same bar cave they’ve been going to for close to a couple of decades.

At least the rock cultures inclusive, more an enclave of the marginalised than a cultural elite, I suppose the rock scenes always been a great leveler, the uniform hides class and affluence much better than a school uniform ever did, music provides a common ground and focus, while the expected attitude and posturing is the reaction and vent at the position of outsider we found ourselves in and made our own. Where else can the unattractive and nerdy hold court like Robber Barons, the awkward hold themselves like warriors and the normal trappings of material wealth be dismissed as irrelevant?



I took this on a day trip to London, its not really relevant but i noticed that the place was a little text heavy of late

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4 Comments:

Blogger Ultra Toast Mosha God ranted..

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12:38 AM  
Blogger Ultra Toast Mosha God ranted..

People = idiots.Especially the goons that purport to be an authority. Because being an authority is everything in this day and age. If you are not an authority, youe are a minority, and nobody covets that most unfortunate of titles.

12:39 AM  
Blogger Titan Temptress ranted..

one day, when I am old.... I want to be super fat, and wear moo moo's... the big Hawaian ones... and flip flops- I think mainly to be as obnoxious as possible, and secondly I would imagine for comfort.. tight fabric could chaf, and rub.. and that would suck, things could fester in my rolls...

see I have answered your fat man in big ass pants question- comfort and breath-a-bility as to not create fat roll wounds... I am ever soo clever, I should be an authority figure..

la de dahhhhhhh......

3:35 AM  
Blogger Puck ranted..

ultra toast - normally i would disagree; to paraphrase the 90's classic Men in Black, the public are idiots, people are intelligent and rational.

He wasn't though, he was a prick. After i finished he saw me writing and decided to come over and introduce himself, he thrust his pudgy hand at mine and forced it into a surfers handshake apparently his name is Simon and he has aspingers syndrome, which was, i suspect, a lie. my mom works has worked with disabled kids for ten years and i have come in contact with kids all up and down the autistic spectrum. and he wasn't he was just a plain ol' run of the mill prick.

Shroom - isnt it inevitable that one day you will be really fat, you being American an all? Sorry cheap shot, couldn't resist. i have no doubt the roll-wound factor was instrumental in his decision for pants, i was wandering WHERE the hell did he get them? they wasn't just fat guy baggy, they were fashionable skater baggy, i mean are they skater pants for bigger guys or are they UBER, super, insanely baggy pants for normal sized people?

3:12 PM  

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