Friday, February 4, 2011

Year of the Dog

You fuckers better stop pretending that it's the year of the rabbit. This inferno town already built its artifact a long time ago, so it's always the year of the dog.

Don't come and pretend that you like me and want to make conversation. I don't give a shit what your kids are doing, i don't care how much money you have. But most of all don't come and look at my phone while i'm texting and pretend you can't see me typing shit about you.

Take your fake conformist traditions, take your fake family that you see only once a year, take your over-rich food that makes everyone sick the next day, take your fucking undeserving front page credit and simplistic overdone pictures and you just fuck off.

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