Saturday, December 18, 2004

On the cruise

12/18/04 - 5:48 PM - Cruise ship.
Watching ship leave port, all the treeless clone neighborhoods creeping into a blissful oblivion... then it dawns on you... if you turn around you will see a bunch of white republicans dancing the electric slide to a so called calypso band... fat consumer children and teenagers lost in a world of privilege run around you, totally oblivious of the irony of it all... those stepford cities aren’t dissappearing, they’re following you... you think you’re better than them... you becomeing your enemy... you’re such an idiot...

Love know no gender.