Sunday, July 01, 2007
Crooning on my STEREO: King of the Bongo by ROBBIE WILLIAMS
You are Zeus. You have followers. They desire to live in the countries you have lived in. Travel to places where you have been to. Envy your belongings. Stalk your footsteps.
They aspire to be just like you. Or better than you.
My friends, I call those pagans who reside beneath your toes: worshippers.
I have very little respect for worshippers.
Then there is Venus. Goddess of self-perceived beauty aka. 'perasan-ness'. Women who would utilise the spineless nature of mortal men for their own gains. Women who would perceive themselves as a femme fatale, are actually those who are blinded by their own beauty. (inaccurately reflected by their warped Ikea-endorsed mirrors.)
Last week, I saw a very fine example of Venus which made me puke.
Not the razor, I mean.
My point is, you people make me laugh.
Yes, I have many kickass adventures. And I share them. What freaks me out so much is that I have inspired a number of naive fools to run away from home.
I am responsible for the dumb people I know who are flocking to illegal jobs in ulu areas of Spain. I am also responsible for a handful who are leaving their families behind to flock to Europe in search for eligible bachelors.
You guys are dumb, or what? You don't even speak the language. What do you know of their culture? And Europe has the same ratio of bad male species as anywhere else in the world. Stop dreaming, you cows.
Living is different from holidaying. Get Real. Stop running away.