AND THE DEAD SHALL PARTY LIKE MOTHERFUCKERS
THE JOY OF LIFE
Behold. The seed of ambition.
Behold. The magic of youth.
Cry not for the crack inhaled.
Cry not for the sheer atrociousness of the dress.
Raise your hands to the heavens and envision a land of frizzed up young ones injecting their shit into the plastic veins of the their burnt out barbie dolls.
Shed tears of pure happiness at the thought of napalmed play grounds and kiddies holding grenade launchers in their tiny arms.
Oh joy! Oh rapture! Pokemon, Masters of the Universe and Digimon pimps on every corner force feeding us cartoon destruction for the not unreasonable fee of an energetic wank (tissues not included).
We are not the seed of hope. We are not the messengers of sunshine (reggae).
We are Dennis the menace on steroids beating our drums on the head of Mr Wilson.
Waiting for the right time to plant our festering seed, so our semi detached homestead can house our happy fucking family. Waffles, cereal, milk, orange juice and pass me the fucking salt.
Purpose, point, set and match.
Why thank you.
Now fuck off.
Δευτέρα ηρωίνη, την Τρίτη κοκαίνη, Τετάρτη χασισάκι, την Πέμπτη ένα τριπάκι, Παράσκευη πρωί το κρακ ολε ολεο , σαν έρθει η Κυριακή δεν θέλω LSD, τον Μάκαρο να δω κι ας φύγω απ' την ζωή.
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