Wow. The
You know what? It almost feels as if a wet blanket were lifted off the world for a few days, and the majority of the world could breathe with an uneasy air of optimism. Uneasy, but at least they could breathe. Now it's returned, and we're all back to a sort of sleepy depression wherein we have nightmares about China's economy overheating, faint wet dreams in which the demagogues of the world meet in a monastery and talk about nuclear waste disposal (while being entertained by Kim Jong Il's Joy Division) and day-dreams of starving Iraqi children bathing in clean water.
I don't know what to make of anything anymore, and I don't really care, because after having to write an essay on how nothing reported in this day and age can ever be objective, I figured there's really no point in attempting to argue about anything at all. Because someone out there is bound to be able to come up with a reason as to why you're wrong. I would say, let the situation speak for itself; and the situation sucks. But that's how the media entertains these days, no? We were really fond of tragedy about 5 years ago, with Titanic. Now they've taken it to the news, and
You know something? You're probably as bored of this as I am. It's over.
But sometimes I still wonder how it would be like to have breakfast with The Man (the one Jack Black fervently tells you to stick it up to). Bacon, Eggs and a Big-azz Sausage baby. All smothered in oil, and lots of it please.
xoxox
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