Mastermind:

Nothing to see here folks.
Sorry, but I'm not some glamorous doll. I'm not some pretentious art student, and I'm not going far in life at the moment. This being said, I'm also not looking to move to some Eastern European Country with you and your seven wives. I'm seventeen. I go to high school in fact. A very small one, in a very small town that plays host to several hundred rednecks. My apathy is intoxicating, I'm jaded to the point of peril. I'm still kickin'. But right now I find myself wondering how I'll be spending the next twenty eight months of my life. My friends? Graduated, off to bigger and better lives, finally out of this God-forsaken town. After these next two years of agony, I'll be off to Victoria where I plan to attend the University of Victoria to become a journalist. It's a fool's dream, but I couldn't honestly tell you I know someone more foolish than myself.
My taste in music, which is the ice breaker in all things adolescent is particularly prudish and is probably more underground than anything you listen to. My sense of humour, as dry as ten year old boy masturbating. I do things for their shock value. I'll shave my head one day just to watch you cry the next. So, when you really get down to it, I'm not a nice person. I'm rather cowardly, proud, conceited, and in most ways, about ten times better than you are. On a daily basis, I find myself doing the same thing over and over again. 'It's not addictive, it's just habitual,' they say. And you'll believe them. You believe everything they say, as do I. We find ourselves rushing to get inline for some sort of genocide, just because they tell us to. Plastic smiles on our faces, and everything is justified, because they say it is. It's got Electrolytes. Mostly, I'm just afraid for our children.

I'm more ironic than you are.
It's trendy to be a walking contradiction. On your way home from shopping at Abercrombie and Fitch, stop at Value Village to pick up a rad new tshirt to go with your new jeans that cost enough to feed an entire village in Africa for a week. Not a large village, but a village all the same. Donate to Green Peace so you feel good about yourself, then litter in the park that afternoon. Oh, your so sexy, you and your good deeds. You stare at the homeless with wide eyes, or a look of disgust on your face. Then you go to a party and take a couple tabs of God knows what. How do you think it starts, ********? A man asks you for a cigarette, you say "support your own habit, ya' goddam bum" then you go home and beg Mom for ten bucks to buy another pack. We know nothing about honesty, trust or respect. We are youth. I can't vote, you can't vote. So why do we follow the election? Simple. We don't. You are our generation. I am our generation, and we both know it's true- We're ********. But really, that's what happens when you have an entire generation of spoon-fed ninnies in line to run the country. Parents, we are your creation, do you really want us to control your government? Do you trust our votes? We've had our entire lives given to us, because you wanted us to have nothing but the best. You turned us into useless heaps of human flesh. Everyone is bo-ho now. No one is unique, and if she says she's an artist, she's a ******** artist, okay? Question nothing, accept everything. Suck it in like the sponge you are. I hope you had fun eating mushrooms in Thailand. I hope you learned a valuable life lesson. Now you think you're cultured. See? Everyone is so ******** bo-ho now. And it's all your fault. I hope you're happy. I hope you're proud of us too. I hope it takes you ages to figure out where you went wrong when your fifteen year old daughter comes home drunk, covered in mud and her own vomit. I hope you're confused when you realize her friends just left her there. There's no I in team, so who needs a team to begin with... We run our own lives. We're in it alone. A television fueled, teenage army. This is what the world needs. This is what we want. This is what we get. We're ********.

Just pull the ******** plug.
We're all going to explode anyways. Everyone lives, everyone dies. No one is different, but everyone is different at the same time. We're all so confused as to what is politically correct anymore. Everyone is racist, no one is racist. And just think kids, we have front row seats to the end of the world. It is our place to destory, unless we die before we get old, which there is a good chance. Kids today aren't any smarter than the previous generation. If they were, we wouldn't smoke, drink, do drugs or end up pregnant. We do this to ourselves. We're sinners, baby. And you can't help us even if you wanted to. Your children aren't perfect, neither are you. But make yourself proud. Come home with that job promotion, the company car. Stainless steal appliances in your kitchen, a plasma screen television in your living room. It's the American Dream. Too bad you're not an American.
Outside my window, I am privlaged with a view of the armpit of the world. Just beyond hope. Gods cruel joke of a town. No one here is sane, everyone talks about everyone. And most importantly everyone knows everyone. Here, when a car drives by, you look to see who it is. Because you know them. Even if it's right down town. You know everyone. Everyone knows you. No one is unique, everyone is unique. All is equal, and nothing is fare. All at the same time. This is the world you've created. Have a good look at your work.







Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned-