Sunday, January 18, 2009

Trash

Trash, I'm surrounded by trash and I wonder why? Is this the south? Is that what they mean by 'dirty south'? Perhaps what they meant by this astute observation is that most people here are shitty and as we all know shit is dirty. So if I'm in the south and its dirty because I'm surrounded by trash then I must be trash as well. I come from trash. My family is so involved with their foolish bickering, money/land grubbing, and bitching that to call them anything more than trash would be like taking a rotten fish and parading it around like the Queen of England...preposterous. My ex is trash and well fuck it so was everyone else I ever slept with. The music I like and the food I eat is trash. All those pretend friends I had, well they are trash too. Some would question why the sudden change of heart but to that I only have to say it's not the heart that changes but the blood that pumps through it and well that's trash too. And if you wanted something uplifting, then fuck you, go to Obama's website you delusional fuck.

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