About a week ago, I needed to shop for shoes as the pair I had were literally falling apart. I went to several places and was unable to find anything that was hip-hop-oriented and devoid of suede and leather. Finally, after several hours of searching, I came across perfection.
Something that merged the hip-hop and hippie worlds (two worlds sadly full of posers). Converse shoes made from hemp. Admittedly, they were on the Clearance rack, but they were so undeniably me.
(Now, I just need to find shoes for inclement weather, exercise, and unclean environments.) This was around the time that I purchased the rare import of Emmylou's White Shoes CD, so it all fit together for me quite well. I realized that I did not need those PAC/GLC losers, and it was time to be honest about them.
I also realized what all I am capable of. To this end, I found out where I can find weaponry rather cheaply, thanks to a couple of nice people who work at an adult toy store. Talk of weaponry reminds me of my slight run-in yesterday with Corporate - I mean, Corrupted - Youth.
Either way, the name fits. Another suckass punk band who decided to betray me because they are phony and clique-ish like the rest of the punk and metal scene in this area, and the hideously mislabeled so-called progressives on-campus. Let them all have their precious witch hunt, and lie about me and tell exaggerated stories.
I will win out in the end, either by violence or by truth. I have made a firm decision to join a fraternity or a gang, whichever I can find and successfully integrate myself into first. That way, we can as a group kick their asses, either figuratively or literally.
I know that I cannot do it alone, so that is why there are groups, weapons, explosives, and dogs. I would like to clarify that, when I say explosives, I am not thinking in terms of actual terrorism. Rather, I am thinking more along the lines of things like firecrackers.
Things to cause disturbances and fear. I cannot afford to actually kill. In other news, my mother has shared with me over the last couple of days, through tantrums, that she thinks I am "dumb and ugly," and another time, "retarded.
" This from the woman who personifies lacking the ability of thought, and looks like something descended from Swamp Thing. I am thinking of the future, when she is no longer working, and will not be missed if she is not heard from in a while.
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