pontificating

Im so fucking tired. and im reading the blogs. RREEEADDDING THE BLOGS. cus thats what i do when im tired and don't want to move. I like to think that an education in pop culture and fashion will somehow key me into whats going on so i can predict whats going next and then create a writing structure to frame that. 

 

and then become the voice of our generation.

or something. 

 

but no. what i meant to say this morning is....im so fucking annoyed by people my age who reject themselves. reject whats going on now. pretend like they're not young now, they were young before they were born and.... SCREW THIS APOCALYPTIC POP CULTURE ENVIRONMENTAL MELTING FUCKTASTROPHE HAITI HOSPITAL TOXIC WASTE AIDS...i shall catapult myself into the yesteryear of innocence, perfection and beautiful romantic problems like....minesweeper...thou art confusing. 

 

for gods sake. i intended to be a history major before i came to college...so im all about understanding and appreciating the past...

WHICH IS WHY im fascinated by constructing a right now...and appreciating it for all its gloom and doom and globalization and gaga-ness. 

 

YES its flashy and trashy and shit sucks and  blah blah blah...but come on! INTELLIGENT PEOPLE OF MY GENERATION, stop rejecting yourselves. its not getting you anywhere, TAVI.

 

ok in other news, heres a fashion rundown:

queen michelle, patron saint of winkle pickers (this is for you hannah!)

my mom has something like this...except they're all eighties like...so they fit like hell. but they ARE deep perriwinkle and they are leather. trying them on is so sad...because i want them to be perfect. but sadly they fit like jodpurs.

beautiful...

i like this gumby reinterpretation of the spike headband...i also like the beehive hairstreak streak fur jacket thing. 

LOVE THIS SHIRT...love the jellyfish clown-y sheer entrapments of it!

ORANGE AND RED LEGS! awoo! also, the color combination is amazing. i hate purses but I LOVE this green one. 

Farewell  is a crappy word for this century

Placing emphasis on the speaker who most likely

talks really really slow for This Day and Age.

 

I’d like to talk like an old man.

Like an old man,

I’d like to hide my face in a beard that necessitates my infinite wisdom.

 

Farewell my dear!

Farewell to arms!

Farewell wishnut minichunks chipmonk monkey fucking a football,

 

Farewell 21^st century!

I am leaving you for the savagely noble war

Upon which I meditate sadly

 

And   with       Honor! of course.

 

Farewell 21^st century

And your blogosphere and your dopery

And your steeziness

And your pop culture

And your rich hippies

And fashion fuckery!

 

I am leaving you now

For the folksy flowerness

And protest song perfection of yesteryear!

For arlo guthrey and long haired freaky people!

 

Farewell freakshow interweb photobooth pornsite!

 

Farewell eminent apocalypses

I am leaving you for better apocalypses

 

I am leaving you for Keats’ decadent fairy kingdom,

For sensitivity and sweetness before it was corrupted by aspartame!

 

Farewell twentysomething yuppie somethings,

And cosmopolitan sipping swizzle idiot sticks!

I am leaving you for a time

before my lips were corrupted

By swear words and dicks and winemouth stain!

 

Farewell is a Fairly-Noble goodbye,

A notable Lie

Of well wishing, implying only the nobility of the speaker

And so this is the end of my poem about farewell.

Peace.