despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance and vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs, you know nothing about art or sex that you couldn't read in any trendy, New York, underground, fashion magazine. proto-typical nonconformist, you are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo. you adhere to a set of standards and tastes that appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges. you give the thumbs up and thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art. you're so postmodern. you're diving faceforward into an antiquated past. it's digusting. it's offensive. don't stick your nose up at me.
I don't come to bow, I come to conquer. -Bob Marley
respect the delicate ecology of your delusions. - Angels in America