Saturday, February 23, 2008
I've about had it with this middle of the road fluffy stuff. I need to vent. I've been reminded of the radical, quick with the verbiage girl that I once was and it's about time that I payed her a visit.
My perspective is shifting back to thoughts of literature, politics, law, and music...and I'm getting tired of overhearing crap conversation about crap TV, crap music, crap food, and crapcrapcrap. There's a reason why our culture is consistently fed worthless, mind-numbing garbage...it's because we tune in, people! Don't tell me about the latest sitcom on the CBS reality-tv lineup directly after you've derided your neighbors for not recycling. Please. You are just as guilty. So, until I hear you tell me that you've killed your TV, ended your subscription to USWeekly, and stopped buying 'organic' food packaged in some foreign country...back off.
‘Despite my sins, you should know that I am not a bad man, Alessandra,’ he said after a while.
‘What about in the eyes of God? You don’t fear the burning sands and storms of fire?’
‘As we said, at least in hell there will be a memory of pleasure.’” (155, The Birth of Venus)