free writing/vegan angst

lah bah bah nahh wigahh tess megaron two tesses one two three moin loin lion mega nuaghht kuntfukkkerlala lopsided who are we anyway weeell it doesn’t really matter as lon g as we stick together and don ask questions strength in numbers, that’s what I always say. Yet we seem to be noticeably different. No? what happens after that? I like chilli, you don’t “but we’re in the same group! That’s just not right! So now what, do I have to find a new group of people who like chilli? It would seem so. That means that I will be in several groups. Now that’s just too fucken hard! Tell you who suck, kasabian. Crappy computerised trumpet.

Me mi mo mum crum bum hum lum dumb killer softly gain weight niggaz pet shop boy killer blood niece auny uncle mega douche killer natural bor killas wigga!!!!!!!!! Poo kekekekerrrrrr opatunity

now NOW! Career opertunities work, only for the money and the paintings you scratch about again number two it’s up to you we kant go on living like this mon yahear?? Yahear? Let’s go get wet and salty jump off the cliff and onto the cusions below be cause we love our vegemite dealing with your subconscious issues, the sea and the caves in the cliffs and all those winding birds and the repetiotion that we have escaped by coming here isn’t even woth thinking about and we live in troubled times but not as toubled as they once were or are in other places in the world for people who struggle to survive never get depressed, they have more important things to think about.

But WE, WE indulge ourselves so much that we don’t actually know what to do anymore. Exept indulge ourselves further. Which seems like a pretty resonable thing to do, what ever it takes so that we don’t have to stop and do something useful with our precious over exfoliated bodies like help someone.

What the hell am I talking about? I’m just as bad as you or her or him or anyone who has that second chocky bar, go on, it’s a Sunday. Go ahead you fat fuck. The cow won’t mind, the rest of it was in the burger you just ate. i just ahad a wonderful idea! I think I’ll open a resturant where the animals are alive and you can choose wich one you want, then fuck it, and then kill it and eat it and drink it’s milk. Get the most pleasure you can out of something of your going to kill it. That’s what I always say. FUCK YOUR FOOD. The only thing animals are farmed for is pleasure. But what if plants feel pain? What then? Maybe the challenge is to evolve beyond eating and reach sptritual