A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- it's bread and fucking circuses, man I can only imagine what it must have been like inside the heads of anyone who watched both the State of the Union Address and then American Idol back to back. i can imagine the tiny wet squuishing sounds of stray braincells and neurons and synapses that hadn't been subverted to this sordid double dose, banging themselves agains the insides of their skulls in some deperate last-ditch attempt to make the pain stop is it just me? am i the only one who, having seen one "reality" show (the first ever Road Rules) now refuses to watch any more of them ever egain, not even out of morbid curiosity. The trailers when they com e on are repugnant enough. For fuck's sake let's be honest here, if people are that hungry for cheap thrills they should just give up their pretenses and go buy some porn. yeah, i'm gonna tune in and watch a bunch of numbfucks backstab each other whilst eating vrious creepy lifeforms for money... BZZZT...wrong...not gonna happen... Sure, i'm being every bit as shamelssly exhibitionistic by leaving this diary opne to read, but if you've been reading and reax the things i say about myself, you'd know i'm not trying to still parade around with any shreds of my dignity intact yeah, i'm in rare form today 12:34 p.m. - 2003-01-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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