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Righteous RecessionEvery person I’d hoped was real already pledged their wallets and integrity to any profession simpler than an opinion. There’s no time to be meek, or innocent, or naïve. The only moments left are scraps of once promising lives, now being devoured by employment or lack thereof. No sanctity to spare, no crumbs falling from the tables of economic hierarchy. The only gods acknowledged come in increments of one, five, ten or twenty. Ultimate nirvana must be handed over right away. Buy buy buy yourself a seat in heaven, and hope you can still afford a place to rest until you can go claim your final reservation. The structure of lifeRighteous Recession
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Rant List, Pt. 3: MALLSI'm sitting in one of the most ventilated areas of the mall, and it's still hard to breathe through the stench of rank vagina and the latest brand of cheap skank body spray. It hasn't hit thanksgiving yet, but the soccer mom sale hunters are prowling like pros. Let's knock out those cobwebs between the thighs and have a 4-floor marathon to support the economy! YAY! They make me want to vomit. All of them. Patrons, clerks, and cashiers alike. Sitting by the Sweatshop Surplus watching 12 girls obsess over how cute the rhinestone peace sign earrings are, OH EM GEE! I think its cute that so many people will buy into a blatant contradiction for $1Rant List, Pt. 3: MALLS
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Rant List, Pt. 2: CRITICSHow can someone get away with saying their profession is art critisism? Who are you, you piece of shit, to tell ME what is art and what is senseless vandalism? You get aroused at the sight of graffitti all over a studio, but when that paint is strewn across the front of YOUR building that serves whatever purpose, those CRIMINALS (who were all the rage last week) will PAY.Rant List, Pt. 2: CRITICS
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Summer OblivionFaded evergreen needles and sandy soil cushioned our feet as we climbedSummer Oblivion
the miniature mountain in our backyard. Upward, leafy limbs dispersed the afternoon into irregularly shaped lights and darknesses scattered on the floor beneath us We hiked on until our seven-year-old selves lost interest,
and we returned to the watchful eye of the sun.
we sprinted headlong down a well-weathered dock,
menaced by the threat of splinters, but unconcerned with broken economies or avian flu. When wood met lake, we leapt into glassy water and floated off into endless summer oblivion
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