Pathetic Narrow-Minded Sheep

5 10 2015


I left junior high in the ’70s. Some people just can’t seem to move forward from that point. Instead, they are sullenly passive-aggressive, holding onto their pain, staying in cliques and rejecting any things which do not originate from mundane popular culture. These pouting sorts are akin to the chanting sheep in George Orwell’s ‘Animal Farm’, and they seek masochistic pleasure in seeking to be offended. If this post bothered you, perhaps you need to objectively look at your level of consciousness.


The Bottle Depot

4 10 2015

dirty bottles

The thick, sour-rotting reek of stale beer and rancid juice permeates the relentless tinkling of dead bottles and slamming coffin boxes so full of forgetfulness.