Friday, 20 June 2008

Palm Friday





Everyday we are faced with choices, some simpler than others, so routine they need no consideration, whereas some are so brain meltingly complicated they make you cry and feel nausea in the pit of your ulcerous acid churning stomach. Questions like, shall I wear my Ray Bans or my Correche, Costa or Starbucks, shall I make an effort today or shall I just be moody and cool, shall I hit him or walk away? Anyway it is these decisions that make us who we are, a rampant "virus with shoes"* hellbent on the destruction and rape of the single thing that sustains us. Fuck us, we suck.

*Bill Hicks said that.

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