curbdrop out of grace

ivory lines bleed

i went to lakeside mall this afternoon with my brother and my dad. it was not planned.

in the movie "bottle rocket", luke wilson says something like, "... and that's the moment when i realized not only did i not want to answer this particular water sport question but any other water sport question again."

well that's how i feel about "the mall". not only did i not want to be there, but i never want to go there again.

especially during the holidays.

i love kids, but there's fucking brats running around screaming like they just realized they have to live another 60 years. life = a prison.

besides the kids, there's all those dumb fucks that walk right into you because they're too busy looking for the freakin hot-cinnamon-peanut stands or else looking for their little bastard kids that wandered off with clowns and carnies. the point is, so many cows don't mind where they are herding.

also, there's signs everywhere saying there's a huge clearance sale at such at such store. blah blah blah. everything is not on sale. that just means they aren't marking up the prices by 800% ove what they pay the little kid in china-taipei to make. it's just pointless to flood my vision with all these sale signs. i don't get excited because i am not an idiot and realize the true situation. so these days, the only time i get excited about hearing about a sale is when i'm down below the mason dixon and slavemaster jared goes to the auction house with so young strong black bucks.

so i don't ask names anymore.

posted by fillshe @ 8:50 PM