We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
You are not your job, you're not how much money you have in the bank.
You are not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet.
You are not your fucking khakis. You are all singing, all dancing crap
of the world.
You are not special. You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You're
the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We're all part of
the same compost heap. We're all singing, all dancing crap of the world.
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we
can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man.
No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our
Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives.
Fuck off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns, I say
never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve,
let the chips fall where they may.
We're consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle 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.