not really a rant, more of a pitying whine, though it could turn to a battle-cry by the time we finish. why whine? well, sometimes, do you feel like you're being ground down by conformities of commercialism that creep up and seep into your pores? your creative energy leeched by money-hungry, goal-oriented fucks who'd be better off wrapping their heads in aliminium foil and popping themselves in a microwave oven for 15 minutes at radiation mark 'maximum', or, more fittingly, sinking their self-righteous heads into a font or something, just long enough for them to meet their non-existent maker. what do they know of expression, except that of distaste? sour-faced pricks, fuck 'em all and the cocoon of religiosity that surrounds them. find yourself and let others breathe, you might find a real smile instead of that ghoulish gash you presently flash around. it might give my smile back too.
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