I’ve had a few benders that I’ve compared to the one they experience in this movie… but honestly, they’re not even close. When I get some money again, the right company and a week spare… it’s on. Who’s game?
I love Justin Bieber!
Well, no, I don’t… but I prefer him to the CRUSADING METALHEADS of youtube, defenders of our faith, gallant warriors of truth, who utter such genius phrases as “91 losers probably listen to Justin Bieber!” or “this only has 100,000 views and that fag has 17million, what’s that about?” - deal with it motherfuckers! Kid has a lot of fans and I can almost guarantee he kicks back in a very expensive reclliner chair, reads your comments and says something along the lines of “makin’ me famous, bitchezzz!” … so give it a fucking rest, there’s no accounting for taste. Enjoy your metal and appreciate that a lot of different people like a lot of different music. It’s sort of like first school levels of obviousness pointing out things like this, but it’d be kinda boring if we were all exactly the same, no?
Through my early teens, I was sort of fixated on the idea that all “rockers” or “alternative” people are MY kind of people. Nice, kind, generous, open-minded …but no. There is bad to be found everywhere. A goth (sorry for the blatant stereotype but it’s the most obvious) can wear as much corpse paint as they want, pierce and tattoo themselves until there’s no skin left and wear ninja outfits of death… but until they accept that we’re all different, they’re just like every other narrow-minded fuckwit who confuses their opinion with fact. A moron in disguise. Stupidity comes in all sizes, shapes, ages, sexes or races. No need to generalise.
“There’s no time to discriminate - hate every motherfucker that’s in your way!”
This is what I would like to see when I look out of my bedroom window. Failing this, something very similar. Give me gun-crime, noise pollution and police cars whirring at 3am… I want a city that never sleeps. I have too much going in my head to live in a place of constant quiet, predictability and mundanity. I need chaos!
This picture I keep here, maybe as a symbol of my determination to move towards better things. Also, it’s kinda pretty.
It’s the tenth of January, 2011… I have an agreement with my friend James that if I am here, moaning about being here on the tenth of January, 2012, he gets to beat the living shit out of me… and because I’ve been an enormous failure and not managed to escape this place, I will have to suffer and endure all the abuse he can throw at me because I fucking deserve it!
This place I am referring to is called Rocester, near Uttoxeter in Staffordshire. The world’s headquarters of JCB are here and Alton Towers is about 3 miles away. There’s also a racecourse in Uttoxeter. Aside from those “attractions” there are no reasons why you would ever hear about or want to experience this place. Imagine the smell of tyres and fecal matter perpetually burning. Imagine an accent that can only be described as an evil hybrid of farmer and mutant. Imagine genetically defective inbreds roaming the land. Imagine a communal ignorance of a bigger, better world and an elitist attitude painfully akin to that of a Royston Vasey shopkeeper. Population: 200. Average IQ: 23
I should perhaps be appreciative. Small village, close community, no danger of being stabbed at 4 in the morning… but I’m not. I have hopes and dreams which could never be achieved in a place like this. A place like this will strip you of your morals, your sense of individuality and turn you into a spoon-fed, TV worshipping, newspaper reading, PROUD Brit. Work yourself into early dementia in our factory of sorrow, provide for your disappointingly average wife who you’d secretly like to kill, feed your ugly, no-hope children who will grow up to be just like you, as will their kids and their kids and we’ll keep churning forth these obnoxious, soul-dead little Hell-spawn until eventually there are no great musicians, no great artists, no original thinkers. Obedient workers! Let’s all work our hardest, settle for mediocrity and fall to complacency so we can accept increasingly shitty jobs, poor social lives, woefully over-priced pints in a pub where nobody smiles, everybody looks the same and the shared past-time is COMPLAINING about how badly we’re getting fucked by the government that we voted to have elected… It’s all okay, “live for the weekend”, “the party starts here”, we’re going to “paint the town red” for 48 straight hours, in those moments we’re free before realising we have a gruelling 6am monday wakeup, back to normality, clock in, conform, adjust your tie, tuck your shirt in, suck a big corporate dick and swallow endless bullshit fed to you by a guy who can barely spell but is able to follow rules and tick all the right boxes so he’s the boss.
This is going nowhere and I’m as bad as the people here for putting up with it for so long and procrastinating to the point of driving myself insane… this week I look for a job and get the fuck out as soon as humanly possible. I have a thirst for knowledge which cannot be satisfied by anyone within a 4 mile radius. I have the ability to look at a situation subjectively and with an open mind instead of being TOLD what to think and how to feel. I have ambitions of greatness that a 9-to-5 job can’tcompare to. A person like me can’t deal with this place and this place certainly can’t deal with a person like me!
“Into the night…”
not seen daylight in a week. felt like a cripple for a while, felt like I was starting to lose my mind but had a few joints and a few whiskeys and order seems to have been restored. gonna try watch a movie and get some sleep. super fucking excited for next week. nostaligic highs and new musical endevours.