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's evolve. Let the chips fall where they may.


You are not your job. You are not how much you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive.You are not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking Khakis. You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything elseYou are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.