burning brain (the mindfield)

redundancy quilt.

Do I perceive vandalism to be the absolute highest form of art that there is?
Yes I do.

Have I engaged in acts of vandalism in the past?
Yes I have.

Do I plan to vandalize things in the future?
Not necessarily, but the likeliness that I will is essentially near if not at 100%.

Do I love and respect graffiti?
You're damn right.

Do I think there is an exception to every ideal?
Absolutely. And public bathrooms pretty much are that exception. The one at Johnny's, the mom and pop diner about a block from my dorm would qualify as an exception.

Honestly, guys, at what point between letting it out, shaking it off, and (hopefully) washing your hands do you look at that wall and go, "I'm going to write something nasty about niggers and spicks and faggots on this here door!" Same goes for the jackasses who write on the wall about how stupid all the other people are for writing on the wall. You still fucking wrote on the wall, too! I don't think Redundancy makes much of an exception for asses who love to inform the other asses that they are, in fact, asses.

I mean, you know, glad to see you want to make a contribution in life. Glad to see you want your voice heard. In fact, I dare say its important that you continue to do so. I wouldn't even necessarily refer to that wall as being covered in nasty, useless, ugly, half-retarded chicken-scratch carved with pencil by a bunch of asses. I'd say it is more of a ... Redundancy Quilt. Yeah. A big ol' quilt that everyone's contributing a patch to; sewing on a piece of themselves to make one big tapestry of incestual stupidity. I dare say that what you do is important in keeping us all cozy at night, wrapping ourselves in this quilt you've made for us, warming us with the knowledge that whatever inadequicies, insecurities, issues, or all around problems we may have in our lives, at least we haven't written "Faggots Burn In Hell" on a fucking bathroom door while existing under the delusion that anyone outside of idiots just like you are going to give a shit.

Thank you, Doug, for giving us Louise's number so we can call him and ask for sexual favors.

Thank you anonymous asshole, for letting me know that you fucked Stacie the waitress in that very bathroom.

Thank you, Heather, for hearting Micheal.

And thank you stupid fucks all around the world who fucked my mother, who hate jews, fags, niggers, and spicks, who scrawl their frat's greek letters for all to see, for being sk8ers and gangstas 4 ever, and for letting stupid fucks know they're stupid while simultaneously demonstrating your own stupid fuckiness. Thank you all for making life easier to bear, that we may all rest comfortably knowing that there are assholes like you setting the bar low enough for virtually anyone with a cache of polysyllabic words in their vocabulary to jump over.

And thank you, anonymous weirdo, for whatever the hell "Mustard mustard makes me cry, suicide" means.

posted by Josh Danger @ 12:15 AM