d a r k s i d e

I think I never get comments on the really long posts because noone reads them. Why? Yesterday, I was expecting at least a "yeah that party rocked" or two but NO, you all FAIL at LIFE with CAPS. CAPS! CONSUMMATE V'S!! CONSUMMATE!!! V V V V V V You wouldn't know majesty if it hit you in the face. Well, I'll improve on your method. Ha, that reminds me of Calvin and Hobbes - "Well, I'm phasing." Great stuff. I just realized that I could do all my blogging from my first period classes, because I finish my work early in both of them, and I'm on a computer the whole time in both of them too. And my parents can't stop me from getting on the computer here. Mwahahah. The MAN can take away my account for using the internet too much, though, says Ms. McManus. She called this website cute. Cute? That doesn't offend me so much as totally confuse me. Cute? How? "Awww, look, he's angsty." Really, though this website sucks, all I do is complain about stuff and whore myself for comments. See, here I am complaining about how I complain. Er, I mean, THIS IS THE BEST PAGE IN THE UNIVERSE. Yeah. Take THAT, Maddox!!! Yeah. Again. What's really sad is that yesterday I was completely ready to accept the fact that there were AIM marketers. What's worse, the fool, or he who's ok with the existence of the fool? ... The FOOL, duh. Bill Hicks says funny things about marketers...

By the way if anyone here is in advertising or marketing... kill yourself.

No, no, no it's just a little thought. I'm just trying to plant seeds. Maybe one day, they'll take root - I don't know. You try, you do what you can.

Kill yourself.

Seriously though, if you are, do.

Aaah, no really, there's no rationalization for what you do and you are Satan's little helpers.

Okay - kill yourself - seriously. You are the ruiner of all things good, seriously. No this is not a joke, you're going, "there's going to be a joke coming," there's no fucking joke coming.

You are Satan's spawn filling the world with bile and garbage. You are fucked and you are fucking us. Kill yourself. It's the only way to save your fucking soul, kill yourself. Planting seeds. I know all the marketing people are going, "he's doing a joke..." there's no joke here whatsoever. Suck a tail-pipe, fucking hang yourself, borrow a gun from a Yank friend - I don't care how you do it. Rid the world of your evil fucking makinations.

Machi... Whatever, you know what I mean.

I know what all the marketing people are thinking right now too, "Oh, you know what Bill's doing, he's going for that anti-marketing dollar. That's a good market, he's very smart." Oh man, I am not doing that. You fucking evil scumbags! "Ooh, you know what Bill's doing now, he's going for the righteous indignation dollar. That's a big dollar. A lot of people are feeling that indignation. We've done research - huge market. He's doing a good thing." Godammit, I'm not doing that, you scum-bags!

Quit putting a goddamn dollar sign on every fucking thing on this planet!

"Ooh, the anger dollar. Huge. Huge in times of recession. Giant market, Bill's very bright to do that."

God, I'm just caught in a fucking web.

"Ooh the trapped dollar, big dollar, huge dollar. Good market - look at our research. We see that many people feel trapped. If we play to that and then separate them into the trapped dollar..."

How do you live like that? And I bet you sleep like fucking babies at night, don't you?"

"What didya do today honey?"

"Oh, we made ah, we made ah arsenic a childhood food now, goodnight." [snores]

"Yeah we just said you know is your baby really too loud? You know," [snores] "Yeah, you know the mums will love it." [snores]

Sleep like fucking children, don't ya, this is your world isn't it?

I know I've said this before, but go to that website above and read the whole damn thing. Bill Hicks is fucking great. Yeah. Class is over, children, have a nice day.

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