Monday, 20 August 2007

Dresscode

What the fuck is up with that? Some dick/bitch isn't gonna tell me what to wear, just because they believe that their own shit doesn't stink. If you wear your buttoned shirts and shiny shoes, that's up to you, but I'll be coming in worn-out jeans and a hoodie, no matter how much money you have. I don't care about your money or what brand of champagne you drink. That is of very little importance. What is more important is the fact that the cost of your stuff or the pace with which you consume unnecessary stuff cannot, and will not cover the stench of your shit. In fact, the mere thought of you promoting an ugly meat mass production, poor-country slave labor, child labor, and environmental pollution only makes your shit stink more. You cannot hide the mountain of shit behind your back with a pair of shiny shoes. No I will not comb my hair because it disturbs you. No I will not buy a new pair of jeans, because the holes in those I wear is like birdshit on a clean window, in your eyes. And no. I will not wear a buttoned shirt, nor drive a car, nor apply to the norms that you think are right. Because I am not your slave. I will never be your slave and you can never make me think I am your slave or servant. So fuck you, I will wear what I want, have my hair in ropes and ride my bike with my head held high.

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