shir0:
(the sheep around me in their Aber Crombie & Fitch)
A. If you are going to fucking cry over a
clothing label, get the name right.
It's "Abercrombie & Fitch," no space there
bucko. Now, on to the best part of telling
you off.
Clothes don't make the person, asshole.
Thanks for playing though.
Later
shir0
(I play the same games you do, I just play
them while wearing a pair of wallabees, a
AF tee and some khakis.)
Well maybe you're the exception to the rule or something Shir0. I only use that particular brand of clothing with so-called "Sheep" because most of the people I have run into who flaunt their scholastic achievements and prove time and again, they are "YES" men to the collective majority usually wear A&F stuff. Thus I now have this disgust for the clothing line itself, which sucks because I used to wear it for a season... that is until I saw most of the people wearing it did it because some movie stars wore it, etcetera, etcetera.
If that's not you, (the YES man in his A&F) then hey furgettaboutit. You've always been more or less cool in here thus it wasn't an attack on you or anyone who likes the clothes... but it is an attack on the perpetuated ballyhoo of the superficial hum drum of present day society as allowed to continue by each generation who only see what's in front of them, memorizes shit for a test, gets a job, gets married (maybe), has kids, sends them off to the same schools of "Clone Programming"... where their spirit is broken (i.e. right from the start your taught coloring outside the lines in a coloring book IS NOT ACCEPTABLE)... don't be different, don't think for yourself with the knowledge given to you past a certain point... then while your child is going through this sifiting process of assimilation, BAAAAM you're an old fart (not you personally I mean everyone)... then it's time to have those mid-life crisis where you wonder what your life is about? Where everything went, about this time your child is a vehicle driving punk or whore... you did your best as a parent, the best you could do within the fabrics of a lifeless ordinary, not much different from Joe Blow across the street, maybe a tad better and they need answers to the same motherfuckning questions that haunt you in the dead of night, turning over in the half death of sleep, only to wake up and realise that your sleeping in your A&F (or whatever clothing line) and it all comes to a head. BAAM, I became just like my parents, save a few points... gotta' job, got some kids, go to church, Okay I'm saved... get to go to a good place when I die, but what about the rest of my time here. Civilization is crumbling, the weak/gutless/consumeristic/faceless many are now in charge, and I helped mold that.
This whether you agree or not is Exactly what happens, and nothing is getting better. Back in the day it was the PEPE Jeans wearing ppl, all trying to fit in. The future lies with the rebels. The ones who will not accept/go along with the accepted standards of living and be the thorn in the ass of the collective majority. But eventually it is the fading light of another era, and when mankind lands on the mother fuckin' planet of Mars or colonizes another star system, what will man do? Mankind will only make a facimile of Earth... In the begining it'll be a nice place to live. A frontier uncultivated by whatever the Confederation/Regime etc. Then in the passing of time the same government styles, pooling of so called "Civilized people" and thus we'd have a star system of Star Bucks Coffee houses, designer clothes, the same hum drum... no REAL reason to evolve, just an excuse to do the same all over again and possibly fuck up the order of things untouched before we'd befoul it's soils.
But as Dennis Miller always says:
That's just my opinion I could be wrong!
