"The things you own end up owning you."
We are consumers. We're by-products of a life-style obsession. Murder, crime, poverty.
These things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with
500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine. Viagra. Olestra. Martha Stewart.
Fuck Marha Stewart! Martha's polishing the brass on the Titanic. It's all going down, man.
So fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns. I say never be complete.
I say stop being perfect. I say let, let's evolve. Let the chips fall where they may.
I see all this potential. And I see it squandered. Goddamn it, an entire generation pumping gas.
Waiting tables. Slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes.
Working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need.