Post by Park Sung Jetson on Jun 10, 2023 16:03:16 GMT
Yesterday I noticed a weird bump on my left cheek while I was shaving. I poked at it, and then I squoze it experimentally. Today it has developed into a raging zit, the kind it hurts to touch at all. One of those Mirror Splattering Monstrosities. It hasn't broached yet, but the head is beginning to form.
The shave was excellent, though. Baby's bottom smooth. Personna Platinum double edge razor blades. I recommend them. They're made in the USA, almost certainly the only thing still being made here besides pom and aggressively dim witted zombie slaves whose every thought arises from media outside of themselves.
I drove straight from Pennsylvania to Florida last week. 16 hours. Nothing but dot Indians, tailgaters, and welfare warriors to be seen along the entire noisome track. This country was 95% Caucasian when I was a boy. Its really something, watching a civilization commit slow rolling suicide because the citizens were told they were morally bad by the same people stealing their country from them. It has to be historically unprecedented. Think of that! You're living through events that are entirely unique, and this is the only thing we've ever experienced that hasn't been said or done before.
Aren't you lucky?
I visited a dying mall out in the PA hinterlands.Most of the stores were empty, just glass encased vaults of pooling darkness festering like rotting molars in the mouths of Deliverance - esque rednecks. A retail hootenanny.
There was a J C Penney, the DMV office ( closed), a tourist office (why?), an Auntie Ann's pretzel stand (just $8 for a soft pretzel and a watered down lemonade with 2/3 cup full of ice cubes!) and a dilapidated fountain with benches where, one surmises, a person could sit and contemplate the Glorious Utopia unfolding on every side. The only other business was an indoor skating rink (closed). One could see a row of plywood cacti lining the back wall in the semi darkness, and a couple orange cones near the door, but whether these were meant as decoration or obstacles to add to the jolly skating hijinks I could not tell.
My mother likes Frank Mills. I took her along on this pleasure jaunt, and played Mills' melodic piano pieces as we drove. When I was a boy Music Box Dancer was a radio hit. Think of that! There was a time and place where people wanted to hear music like this.
We know better now, though, and our pop culture is saturated with the voodoo stylings of Deepest, Darkest Africa. Greed, murder, vanity, nihilism, aimless rage, and abusing hos are all the uplifting themes of the modern youth, and clearly marinating 24/7 in such enlightening broth can only produce a vastly improving stew.The future's so bright, I gotta steal shades.
I'm on an egg sandwich kick. I don't know why. Its all I've wanted to eat for the past couple days. The trick is to have properly seasoned cast iron skillets. Teflon is for chumps.
The shave was excellent, though. Baby's bottom smooth. Personna Platinum double edge razor blades. I recommend them. They're made in the USA, almost certainly the only thing still being made here besides pom and aggressively dim witted zombie slaves whose every thought arises from media outside of themselves.
I drove straight from Pennsylvania to Florida last week. 16 hours. Nothing but dot Indians, tailgaters, and welfare warriors to be seen along the entire noisome track. This country was 95% Caucasian when I was a boy. Its really something, watching a civilization commit slow rolling suicide because the citizens were told they were morally bad by the same people stealing their country from them. It has to be historically unprecedented. Think of that! You're living through events that are entirely unique, and this is the only thing we've ever experienced that hasn't been said or done before.
Aren't you lucky?
I visited a dying mall out in the PA hinterlands.Most of the stores were empty, just glass encased vaults of pooling darkness festering like rotting molars in the mouths of Deliverance - esque rednecks. A retail hootenanny.
There was a J C Penney, the DMV office ( closed), a tourist office (why?), an Auntie Ann's pretzel stand (just $8 for a soft pretzel and a watered down lemonade with 2/3 cup full of ice cubes!) and a dilapidated fountain with benches where, one surmises, a person could sit and contemplate the Glorious Utopia unfolding on every side. The only other business was an indoor skating rink (closed). One could see a row of plywood cacti lining the back wall in the semi darkness, and a couple orange cones near the door, but whether these were meant as decoration or obstacles to add to the jolly skating hijinks I could not tell.
My mother likes Frank Mills. I took her along on this pleasure jaunt, and played Mills' melodic piano pieces as we drove. When I was a boy Music Box Dancer was a radio hit. Think of that! There was a time and place where people wanted to hear music like this.
We know better now, though, and our pop culture is saturated with the voodoo stylings of Deepest, Darkest Africa. Greed, murder, vanity, nihilism, aimless rage, and abusing hos are all the uplifting themes of the modern youth, and clearly marinating 24/7 in such enlightening broth can only produce a vastly improving stew.The future's so bright, I gotta steal shades.
I'm on an egg sandwich kick. I don't know why. Its all I've wanted to eat for the past couple days. The trick is to have properly seasoned cast iron skillets. Teflon is for chumps.